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Kitchen

By: dv8tmind



I am in the kitchen, preparing, she walks in almost naked, with a see-thru, baby doll, light blue nightie. Her nipples start to stand up from the slight chill and the nightie rubbing against them. I am slicing up vegetables and fruit for dinner. Trying to act like I didn't see, her, but my cock knows differently. Just so happens I am wearing those cute boxers, that I know turn her on.

I stand next to you, and take my nails across your back, down to your ass and grip it hard. I move in front of you and sit on the table, as I push you down into the chair.  I put a leg on each side of you opening myself for your inspection. I part my nightie, then my legs, and then pick up a peeled cucumber.

As I hold up the cucumber, I observe it's carved to look just like your cock. 

'Mmm', I lean back on my elbows, moving the cucumber to my already wet pussy and rub it along my clit. I lift my feet to the back of the chair and slide my ass to the edge of the table closer to you. You take the cucumber from me and start playing with me. I rest my head back moaning with pleasure and spy a carrot. Realizing I am hungry as well. I reach and grab the carrot and start munching.

'Your pussy creaming', as I slice a piece of the cucumber and run it up your thighs to the juice. Rub the cucumber in your crack and slide it up to your clit and tap a few times on your clit. I drive the cucumber into your pussy - my left hand pushing your legs apart. I can smell your arousal and it makes me hornier and harder. 

'Mmmmm, cool feeling, yesss. ' I reach the carrot to my pussy and wipe the dripping then lean to your mouth to let you munch. 

'Cream carrots honey?' As I open my legs more, I put my feet on the back rung of the chair and spread my knees apart.

I take my shorts off and release my cock. Sit butt naked on the chair - ready for that creamed cucumber and carrot.

I sit up and look down. 'Ah baby, you cock looks like it needs.... something.' I take the cucumber out of me and rub around your lips slowly, then dip into my pussy again.

'We think alike baby.' As I look up at you. And suck your wet thighs

'Good for the eyes you know.' I reach for another carrot, while you munch on the cucumber.

I take the carrot and scoop pussy juice all over it, then smear it on my tits.

'Mmm, I love that babe.' I stand to lean into you, licking and sucking your chest.

I take the honey and rub all around your cock.

I push you back and pin your arms to the table. Look down at my cock and see it dripping with honey. I begin to suck your tits and fuck your dripping pussy. 

'Mmmmmm, yesss baby, let me feel your cock fill my pussy. ' I guide your honey covered cock inside me, I lift my knees high, to let you in deep. You glide in dreamily, slowly, enjoying every bit of inching your cock way in. You stare into my eyes with a feral look. I try to lift up to kiss you, you pull back and thrust deeper.

'God you are one horny devil - ready to devour my throbbing cock.' At the edge of the table - pumping your cunt - kissing your full mouth- rubbing against your tits. 'Mmm I love fucking you honey.' My hand pushes your leg up so as to grab your ass.

'I so cum for you so easy.' Placing my feet onto your shoulder. 'Yes, please fuck me.' I arch my back up meeting you. Matching thrusts with you.

'Cum babe cum, I can't stop myself, honey.' Rubbing and fondling your tits with both hands. We are both sweating and I can smell the juices in your pussy. Pinching your nips with my teeth.

'Yesss, I'm cumming.  Feel my pussy clench against your rock hard cock.'

'Ohhhh, don't cum yet baby, can we make this last...... I want your hard cum, we can make it last for hours.'

'Mmmmm, will you release my hands, or do you like this control over me? I can't hold back......' As I squirt onto your cock.

'I felt that baby, yeah, that's what I wanted.' Hands released - grabbing your ass and pulling your cunt. Table creaking - pile driving your pussy,

'Yes, deep baby, fuck me deep.' I scream, as the table rocks more.

I move quickly as the momentum has me, I pull out and pull you towards, me kissing you, turning you around, and pushing you to the table, face first. Guiding my cock back into that heavenly hole. 'Fucking you up to your throat and harrrrrd babe.'

'Pound that cock baby, I can feel your cock growing; you want to cum.' I reach back and hold the base of your cock, stroking it as you pound me.

'This is so fucking divine baby.' Slapping your ass.

'Yeah, fuck me.' Food starts to scatter off of table. Every time you slap my ass, my pussy clamps harder on to your throbbing cock. I move against your cock to ram it harder into my pussy. I move my ass to each side, enough so that you feel the pressure and friction on your cock.

'Slapping you - riding your cunt, grabbing your hips and pumping you. 'Yessss, baby cumming so hard, cum with me, where do you want it?'

'On my ass crack, then rub your cock in the juices as I grab your balls.' I lift up to position myself better on you and get better leverage.

'Mmmm yes, baby, you fuck me so good.' I take it out and pump my dick to cum over your ass crack.

'I feel the warmth immediately as I grab your balls with my wrist rubbing my clit. Harder you stroke, as I cum again, screaming for you. I'll pull them down and squeeze as you continue to cum. Now with you screaming for me. I rub my clit more and with my tits bouncing, lightly scraping the table, I cum again. I turn over and sit you down so that you can rub your dick on my tits. Dripping down my legs with mine and your cum.

Yes, as I pour honey in between them, 'I want to fuck them baby. Mmm tit fuck with honey - now that is sweet divine.'

I sit in the chair so your cock will be at tit height, as I put your still hard cock between them covered in honey. Pushing my tits together, you start moving up and down. Each up stroke lets me lick the tip of your cock. You then hold my tits while I grab your balls again, pulling and squeezing as you go up and down. Teasing your cock with my tongue on each up stroke.

I grab your head and pull it up so that I can go down and kiss your swollen lips and mouth. Tongue around my tongue, sucking on it, you pull back I bite your lip.

With my free hand I reach another cucumber and slide it into my pussy. I pull the cucumber out, covered in pussy juic,e and put it to your mouth.

'Yeah time to eat again – I need some energy from that pussy juice.' Sucking and licking that cucumber, devouring the pussy juice, I look down at you with a funny look. Then it dawns on me, you covered my cock in honey, before I fucked you.

'What you really need is sugar.' As you bite into the cucumber again I stand up from the chair and trade you places. 'Sit down.' I straddle the chair place your cock at my pussy and sit down hard. Impaling myself with your cock.

'Look at my chest all covered in honey, you need to clean it up.'  I lean back as I swivel my hips and grind your cock deep inside. I lean back with my elbows on the table.

'Oh yeah!' As I lean forward, I rub on your clit as I start licking and sucking all the sticky, sweet honey off of you. 'Now I can fuck your pussy, play with your ass, fondle your tits and stroke that tongue of yours with mine.'

'Ooo a multi-tasking man. '

'Mmmm time to cum on my dick babe - cum hard.' I lift your ass, slowly, to let my cock out, then slowly back in. I can feel you squirt on my cock, as the cum drips down to my balls. Then you take over the speed control. Cumming again, as your pussy convulses on my cock again, again.

I bring your cock out completely, then start rubbing back and forth with my pussy. Completely covering your hard cock with pussy drippings. Stimulating my clit, you see it in my face. I want to cum. I kiss you deeply, then bring your head down to my tits, to have you suck and bite them.

I watch your face after kissing you knowing you're close to cumming onto my dick.  That heavenly cunt, coating me in all that sweet juice. The sensation is incredible. I moan with the pleasure, then suddenly gasp as you slam down on-to my cock and clamp on to it.

I watch your features, seeing your relax into the pleasure spot you so enjoy. Softly chuckling, I prepare and suddenly slam on to your cock again and again, as you gasp. I smile as you hold me closer, tighter.

I grab you and hold you tight, burying my cock into your throbbing cunt. I hold you still while I shower you with kisses. I pull your head back by your hair ad I lick down your throat up to your neck and bite your ears. When I do, it sends shivers all over you.

I slowly start to grind my hips, I sit back just a little for you feel the pressure of my pussy moving up and down your cock. Still kissing and nibbling on each other I feel you swell inside. You reach for my hips and grind me down and in circles a little faster. You let go and hold me tight. 

I don't know how she does it. I move her hips, holding deep inside her wet tight cunt, then unexpectedly my cock just explodes, filling her up. Holding her tighter, moving just slightly.

We put our heads on each other's shoulder, and sigh heavily.

'So what's for dessert?'

Kitchen Aid



The frustration on her face was painfully obvious. Kelly plopped down at the lunch table and blew a heavy sigh through her lips.

"What? Nothing good for lunch today?" I asked playfully.

"I wish that was all it was," replied Kelly glancing at me and turning up a half-grin. "I've been trying to get a plumber to come to my house and install this dishwasher I bought. They want like a minimum of 200 bucks to come over and look at this thing. Most likely it'll cost me 250, I figure. I just can't afford that right now."

Something told me that this was more than just a complaint about money; I just bit into my sandwich.

I've known Kelly now for about three years and we've always enjoyed each other's company. A short time after she began working at my company my wife and I ran into her and her husband in the local mall. We all went out to dinner and had a really nice time. Although as a group didn't become really close, we did get together for cookouts or for a dinner party with some other friends, usually every other month or so. Before the first year was over, however, I noticed a dramatic drop in the frequency of the accepted invitations by Kelly and her husband to our parties. And they never called to invite us over or out. But Kelly and I remained close at work. We often ate lunch together, we even went out to lunch, but nearly always with other colleagues. In fact, she even came by my office every once in a while. She would stop to say hello and ask how the latest project was going. Occasionally, mostly at lunch, she would ask about how my wife and I were getting along. I found this kind of curious but I thought she was just making small talk, something besides work.

And as damn strange as it sounds, Kelly's questions were insightful. My wife had taken another job, a very demanding one. Her time at home and her time with me grew shorter and shorter. She would work 10 to 12 hour days and then go to the gym. She came home only to sleep. I had asked her about her long hours but she offered me a cursory answer about how she loved this job and how far it could advance her career if she put in the time and effort. Our relationship was basically evaporating. I pretty much followed my wife's lead and spent a lot of time at work. But I was not quite as infatuated with my job as she was. So I started looking for other things to do while my wife was working.

I began to fix up the house that we bought. It was an older home so it needed some work. I painted and fixed the woodwork and moulding in some bedrooms and the den and dining room. I then tackled the kitchen. It came out great. It took me 4 months from design to completing the final installations. I replaced the entire kitchen; cabinets, countertop, flooring and even the appliances. It cost a lot but I saved a bundle doing all the work myself. But my life boiled down to working at the office and then coming home and working on the house. I enjoyed it, but it was a bit lonely, so I welcomed Kelly's trips to my office. It was as if I had a real friend.  Of course, I started visiting her at her office. But the attention we were giving each other became noticeable at work. We were not in the same department so there would be no problem with favoritism or anything like that. But I was married. I clung to that like it was something to protect. Something that would be there when my wife decided that work was just that and there was more... I waited and all the while maintained my friendship with Kelly.

One day Kelly came to my office early in the morning, she was obviously upset. I got her a cup of coffee and asked what was wrong. She and her husband had just filed for divorce. I told her that I knew something was wrong because we haven't seen her and her husband in the last six months. She said the relationship deteriorated over that time. She had hid it quite well, but then I realized she had dropped a lot of hints, especially her inquiries about my wife and me. To tried to make her feel better. I told her that I hardly see my wife anymore so marriage has little to do with closeness and friendship. I told Kelly that my wife has a greater interest in her career than in me, or so it seemed. This seemed to cheer her a bit. I offered more words of encouragement and offered to help her with anything she needed. She said she might just take me up on my offer. She was looking for a new place to live and might need help moving.

During her search for a place I told Kelly about my home restoration projects. And she told me about her home search. She found a place in about a month; a nice townhouse that was about 15 years old but in good shape. Me, two of her department co-workers and a couple friends moved her on the first weekend after she closed. That night I could tell she wanted people to stay. Perhaps it was my imagination but even as others were filtering off she tried hard to find reasons to keep me working. Little things, pictures, putting things into high places... Finally she offered me a beer and said it was time to stop and relax. As we drank our beers I said I knew it must be hard for her to stay in the new place alone. She asked if my wife was coming home that night; if not, Kelly offered her sofa, it would make her feel better. I demurred. My wife would be home, I told Kelly, and she was probably already there and that I must be going. Before I left I told her to call if there was more to do tomorrow. I should be able to help her. She did call, but only to thank me for the help moving and that she would see me Monday morning. 

Our friendship grew slowly over the next two months, we went to lunch often and talked about my still deteriorating relationship with my wife, but there always remained this barrier. It was an intangible thing that prevented Kelly and I from growing closer, this vapid marriage that I held on to. But Kelly's smile was a delight; her hair smelled like wildflowers, she was so pretty... I wanted to take her to dinner, to a movie, to kiss her... but I couldn't bring myself to cross this threshold.

"You know, I installed the dishwasher in my kitchen," I simply plopped out there like a sack of flour.

Kelly's eyes opened wide but she looked down as she forked a cherry tomato into her mouth, chewed and swallowed.

"How difficult was it?" she just as plainly asked.

I kinda knew where this line of conversation was leading but like a new hiking trail it just begged to be followed, slowly and alertly.

"Not too difficult, if you know some basic carpentry and making electrical connections. Of course, you do know how to sweat joints to do the plumbing?"

Kelly gave me a terse look, "Doesn't everybody?"

I took another bite of sandwich and smiled at her.

After a pause of a few seconds she continued, "OK, for the sake of argument. Let's just pretend I know less than basic carpentry, just maybe I know the correct end to hold a hammer. Let's say that anything more complicated than screwing in a light bulb is beyond my ability to do the electrical work. And the only time I sweat is when I'm at the gym, and pipe joints are not doing the sweating. So what would I do then?"

The hiking trail had taken a straight path to the trail's end, but perhaps I could still take a side path.

"You know there are websites that give you step by step instructions... or perhaps I could help you."

"You could help me? Really?" Kelly asked eagerly.

"Sure. I could write you up a really detailed set of instructions. Like the first thing I would tell you is to shut off the electricity at the circuit breaker. Do this so you don't electrocute yourself. And then I would make sure you build a strong dolly so you can remove the old and bring in the new dishwasher without damaging your floors. I'll have to think a little bit so make sure I don't miss anything else important...

"Wait!" 

Kelly decided that the path I was on was not one she cared to follow anymore.

She smiled at me and asked directly, "Do you think you can come over and help me install my dishwasher on Saturday?"

Well, there it was. She cut through all my playful diversion and left me with a decision. I sat there mulling over any implications that might be hidden behind this simple request for help. And most likely it was only that, so why was I hesitant? Why? Her pretty smile was too persuasive. After a few more seconds I made my decision.

"So you won't try it by yourself. Chicken. Yeah, I'm free; I guess I could help a little. But you'll have to do most of the work, including the heavy lifting." 

"Yeah, OK," Kelly grimaced, "but who's the real chicken here?"

Kelly knew what she was doing. I was much less sure. She read my discomfort about being alone with her. She probably noticed the night I helped her move in too. But she was direct in asking for my help. And I realized that I was quite happy that she asked.

Chapter 2

Saturday morning broke warm but cloudy. My wife was up and off to work by 7:30 am. Before she left she said she would be home by 3:00 p.m. and that we had to go to her brothers house for a niece's 2-year-old birthday party. Fine; I had plenty of time to install Kelly's dishwasher. I got ready; my tools were packed and in the car already. I drove straight to her house; she said she would make coffee and breakfast.  I was there by 8:30 a.m.; the front door was open. I brought my tools to the front door and knocked.

Kelly was there in a few seconds and pushed open the screen door. I was startled by her appearance. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail instead of down in a cascade of waves around her shoulders as I have always seen her wear it. She was wearing a pastel tee shirt and, I had to look closer to be sure, a denim miniskirt. I would not have recognized her if I passed her in a grocery store, she looked that different. I was caught by surprise and then startled back to reality.

"Well are you coming in or don't you know who I am?"

"Uhh, oh, let me just grasp my tools and I'm coming," I blurted. But once inside I regained my composure, "You know, you really do look different from how you look at work. Even when you moved in here you looked more like you do at work."

"Do I look too ratty like this?"

"No! Not at all. You look..." and I caught a whiff of breakfast, "...is that bacon I smell?"

"Bacon and eggs, you'll need your strength. So I made a hearty breakfast," Kelly replied with a wry smile. She knew I was avoiding answering her question.

I dropped my tools next to the derelict dishwasher, "Is this the foul beast?"

"That's the one, do you want to see the new one?"

"Yeah, lemme see the new one and I can read the installation sheet and get ready."

"C'mon," Kelly directed as she headed down a hall.

I was intrigued by the legs that preceded me. I knew she had nice legs but I never had the opportunity to see how nearly perfect they were. Slim muscular thighs leading down to well-turned calves and thin ankles, wow! But I had to get a grip on myself. She banged through a door into the garage and there was the boxed dishwasher.

"There."

"OK. You finish the breakfast and I'll open the box and check out this new dishwasher."

"Gimme five minutes to get everything on the table." And with that Kelly flitted back into the house.

I stood there for a second considering exiting through the garage door and fleeing the scene. But only for a second; I couldn't think of a better way to spend a day than with Kelly. So why did I have butterflies in my belly? And although she made me a bit nervous I realized that I thoroughly enjoyed being with her, she was fun and so pretty. I cracked open the box the reveal an attractive new appliance. I open the front door and retrieved the manuals. I sauntered back into the kitchen.

"Good timing, breakfast is ready." Kelly announced.

Breakfast was good and fun. I read to her from the installation manual and she looked aghast. She had not a clue when it came to installing this dishwasher. I cleared the table of dishes and she rinsed them.

"We can test the new one by washing these."

As she rinsed them I opened the front door on the old dishwasher. Water was filling, albeit slowly, the bottom of it.

"Hold on," I said as I opened the cabinet door under the sink and took a look. "Did you notice that dirty water was draining into your dishwasher?"

She looked in and said, "Yeah, but I thought that was normal. I just ran the dishwasher a lot to clean it out."

"That's not normal. The drain line isn't fastened up high and water from the sink is flowing into the dishwasher. Here," I said as I bent down and looked up under the sink. "One lousy nail! Of course the drain line fell off." I slipped the old drain line onto the nail; "I'll make sure I do a better job than the bonehead who installed this one."

Kelly smiled confidently at me and I set to work.

"First we do what?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Do you remember what I told you in the cafeteria? The first things to do..."

She was biting her lower lip trying hard to remember.

"...you don't have a clue. Do ya?" I laughed.

"I was thinking more about how to ask you here to help, I wasn't paying close attention to the instructions...sorry."

"It's alright. Where is your main electrical panel?"

Even this was a bit of a challenge. It ended up being in the garage. I showed her how to cut the electrical power to the correct circuit. After that she helped by watching me work. The old unit was removed and rolled to her backyard on the dolly I brought. The new unit was rolled in and positioned. I made the electrical connections and put the copper pipe extension in place. Kelly was kneeling right next to me watching me sweat the joints of the new length of pipe using a propane torch and solder. She rested on her elbows right next to me, she smelled wonderful. I slid the dishwasher into place and fitted the final joint together. I needed a ceramic pad to prevent a fire as I sweated the final joint. I asked her to reach into my toolbox and pull out this thing that looked like a white tile. She pivoted on one knee and reached way forward into my tools. As she did this her legs were pointing toward me, and her legs parted offering me a view up her miniskirt. To my astonishment I saw that Kelly wasn't wearing panties! She was completely naked under her skirt; neatly trimmed and alluring... I quickly looked back under the dishwasher but I could feel an erection forming. I changed position to conceal it.

"Here. Is this it?"

"You got it," I replied as she dropped it into my hand while looking into my eyes inquiringly.

I finished the last joint and all that had to be done was to fasten the drain line properly.

I went out to my car. Picked up a four-foot plywood board and a clamp with two screws. I put the plywood on the edge of the undersink cabinet and the other side on the floor to make a ramp that I could lie on as I clamped the drain line into its awkward position next to the sink. I took my drill, the clamp and two screws with me as I shimmied deep under the sink on my back. I heard Kelly walk back into the kitchen.

"How's it going? Almost finished?" she asked.

"Going great, just let me clamp up this last line and I'm done."

She rounded the corner and saw me, "Oh, look at you. Looks like you're being eaten by the cabinet."

"Yeah, this has to be attached in a pretty inaccessible place," I grunted.

As I was finalizing the attachment point I heard Kelly say, "Hey, no matter what, you have to promise to stay where you are and not try to get out."

"What?" I thought 'What was she talking about?'

"Just that; stay put no matter what, OK?"

"I guess. I just have to clamp up this line."

"OK. You promised."

I thought that was weird but I was involved in the job at hand and I was driving the first screw through the clamp when I felt my jeans unsnap and the zipper being pulled down.

"What's goin' on?" I shouted as I stopped drilling.

"You promised you would stay there, now keep drilling!" Kelly demanded.

I was so surprised that I raised my drill to finish driving the first screw. I felt my pants being pulled down off my buttocks and down to my knees. I sucked air into my lungs.

"I don't hear any drilling!" stated Kelly.

I put the Phillips tip into the screw and drove the screw halfway in. I felt soft warm fingers wrap around my semi-erect manhood, squeeze and pull and slide. The tip of the drill dropped from the screw.

"I still don't hear any drilling."

I jammed the drill into the screw, pushed, and pulled the trigger. The screw was in place. Kelly stoked my penis a few times and then I felt her tongue, warm and wet, lick around the head of my erection. I looked down from my weird position and I could see her head drop down. I felt soft lips envelope the head of my penis, a tongue cup the underside of my shaft in a warm wet embrace.

It felt so good. I let out a soft moan, "uhgghh."

Kelly broke away, "You are still drilling, right?"

"Oh... yeah," I muttered as I took the second screw and placed it onto the drill bit. I raised the drill into position and squeezed the trigger. The screw began to thread in just as Kelly's lip reattached to the end of my penis and slid down the length of the shaft, then back up and down again. Her lips were so soft, this felt so good. With all the concentration I could muster I pulled the trigger on the drill and drove the screw part way in. Kelly's tongue danced around my engorged flesh and her mouth sucked me in, deeply. I involuntarily clenched my buttocks and thrust my manhood into Kelly's throat. She pressed back against me devouring my entire erection. She pulled back keeping her lips tight to me, all the way to my sensitive glans, then she dropped down again taking the length into her throat. Her hands glided up my hips and sides stopping at my ribcage. I felt nails press into my skin and then rake down over my belly. All the while she had my penis deep in her mouth suckling and rolling her tongue around its shaft. Kelly continued raking her nails along my skin, down the front of my hips left and right of my genitals where that sensitive skin twitched as if tickled. She dug her nails in to stop the tickling, and at the same time pulled her lips along the entire length of my erection and then all the back down, again taking its full length deep into her mouth and throat. Her hands moved between my legs cupping my testicles and gently scratching my scrotum. As she pulled her head back a shutter went through me, this was the best head I had ever gotten and I wanted her to finish me. But she released me from her mouth.

"I don't think you've finished that drilling. Come on now."

I felt her get up off me and the plywood board, and I thought that I blew my chance, but it was simply impossible for me to finish this job as Kelly was pleasuring me. I put the drill to the screw and with one Herculean effort of concentration I drove the screw in completely. The drain line was complete, as was the installation. But I thought Kelly was done, that she decided that what she was doing was wrong, or she was serious about the drilling. But then I saw her step over me, straddling me as she stepped up onto the plywood ramp. She reached down pushing my pants to my ankles and then placing one hand on each of my hips. Her knees bent, her legs splayed open, barely exposing her neatly trimmed pussy in the shadow of her flared miniskirt. My erection stood mast-like aiming straight toward her approaching vagina; I could just see a glistening pink slit in the dim light. As her nether lips caressed the head of my penis I could feel her struggle. Then she lifted one hand, found the zipper on her miniskirt and pulled it down. The short skirt became a single panel of denim that Kelly tossed away. Kelly shifted her position slightly, placed her hand back on my hip for support and slowly lowered herself onto my turgid penis. The soft swollen lips of her sex wrapped around the bulbous head, dabbing moisture and lubricating honey onto it. Kelly rocked her hips plowing me through her wetness. She slid down the underside of my shaft leaving a trail of honey along the way. The mouth of my penis nuzzled her clit, all snug in the V-cleft at the top of her pink slit. She rotated her hips allowing the engorged penis head to stimulate and excite her nub. Her thighs quivered in anticipation, she could take no more teasing, she needed penetration... Kelly dragged her wet pussy up along the length of my manhood, and I could feel her position herself just so. And then I felt her weight pressing down on my penis, which seemed to find the warm slick entrance instinctively. The pressure increased again and I felt the sphincter, guarding the entrance to her vagina, relax and my cockhead slipped into her. She was warm and velvety, so welcoming. Without conscious thought I reached for her. But I still had my drill in my hand. It whacked the underside of the sink, fell from my hands and smacked me on the forehead before dropping on the cabinet floor with a thud.




Kitchen Aid



"Are you all right?" Kelly implored.

I just laughed at myself, "Yeah, I think so. I sort of forgot I had the drill in my hand."

"Well, you are supposed to finish the job, you know."

"It's done. Finished completely..."

"OK then; and it looks like you've done a very nice job...want your reward?"

I squeezed her thighs just passed her knees, "Uh huh. That would be great..."

Kelly lifted herself ever so slightly and lowered herself onto me; sliding about an inch onto my cock. She repeated this again driving me into her one more inch. And then again, and again... She had taking three/quarters of my length into herself and was clearly enjoying it. She bounced up and down several more times, the velvety goodness making me even bigger and harder. Or at least that was how I felt. Kelly must have felt it too; she began moaning and making yummy sounds. Her juices saturated me, her copious flow coated my erection and testicles and girljuice was running down my ass. 

I wanted to feel my entire length in her so I slid my hands to her hips and as she lowered herself onto me I pulled her pelvis down and thrust my manhood into her. Her vagina hugged me as I slowly pushed deep into her. Vaginal muscle stretched as it accommodated both my length and girth. Just as I had completely entered her and our pelvises came together Kelly collapsed onto me driving me even deeper into her body. 

"Uhhhggg, that feels so good! Oh yeah," Kelly uttered as quivered and churned.

"Oh, yeah. You feel wonderful," was about all I was able to get out.

I heard Kelly's nails clack on the stainless steel sink as she reached up and grasped the countertop. Using her arms she pulled herself up so that she had pulled herself nearly off my erect cock; just the head was still inside her. She then released herself and fell back impaling herself on my full length.

"Oh God, yessss," she cried. She repeated this move again and again, each time rising and dropping faster... and faster. I started fucking her back, thrusting each time she fell back onto me. I reached up under her tee shirt and found her breasts. Her nipples grew between my fingers. I closed my fingers on them, gently pinching these meaty points.

We began to pound and grind ourselves together. I squeezed handfuls of rubbery breastmeat. Our bodies were slapping together in rhythmic splats. My penis enjoyed its back and forth through her velvet vagina, it enjoyed it so much that I could feel a warmth begin to spread through my pelvis. I could feel a certain urgency in Kelly. Her skin had a thin slick of sweat and her muscles began to tremble. Her pelvis moved from an energy all its own; rocking and hunching, trying to rub my penis on all those wonderful needy spots.

"Oh, Yes. Yeah, Oh my! That's it! Keep going just a little more, harder, Yes, YES!" Kelly cried.

I responded, "Kelly, you feel too good, Ugghhh, Ugghhh! Oh my God, Yes, so good!"

"Let it happen, baby. Cum for me. You're so fat in me, it feels so good. Cum inside me!"

I reached around and grasped Kelly's ass, squeezing that pliant assflesh and pulling her to me with every thrust. I was pounding her hard, she was humping with all she had... it had reached the crescendo... and with one last powerful thrust I felt the warmth erupt into an orgasm. I pushed my penis deep into her as I pulled her pelvis to me...

"Ohhhh, yes. I'm cumming, Uuggghhhh...."

And I came in wave after wave of orgasm, filling her, pulse after pulse, with my semen.

I was in the middle of my orgasm, as I was thrusting my spurting penis into Kelly's soft wetness, when I first felt her vagina tightening down on me; and then I heard her.

"MMmmmm, Oh, Oh, Ahhh, it's...it's... happening, Ohhh, God, YESSSS..."

And Kelly came. She shook and convulsed in what seemed like one long continuous orgasm.  About a minute later, still shaking and trembling in an orgasmic aftershock, she slipped sideways off me and fell from me and hit the door of the cabinet that I was still under. I heard a loud crack and I knew she broke something on the door as she fell against it. I heard her laugh as she got back up and then fell onto me. Her head landed on my chest and she looked into my eyes.

"Well, that was a first."

"What was?"

"I came so hard I completely lost body control, silly. You saw me fall..."

"I thought you just slipped. Well, I'm glad I could help you lose control. You didn't get hurt did you?"

"Nope, I'm fine. Perhaps you should come out of there," said Kelly laughing.

"Ah, that would be nice."

Kelly helped pull me from under the cabinet. She was looking at my face and pointing to her forehead. "I think that drill did some damage..."

I touched the sore spot on my forehead and then looked at my fingers for blood. There was none. "I don't think I'll need an emergency room."

"Ice?"

"Nah, it only fell a few inches; be better in a day or two," I said as I smiled and looked at Kelly. I took her head with my right hand and stroked her hair and cheek; and then I pulled her face to mine and kissed her for the first time.

She answered an unasked but obvious question, "I have no idea why I did that...it was so weird...you under the sink," and she stopped, thought for a few seconds and then continued. "I was thinking about seducing you all morning but I couldn't find the right time. And then I would look at your face, into your eyes, and wonder if I would feel guilty or would you reject me. But your body was just making my stomach do flip-flops. So when I saw you under the sink, your nice stomach showing below your shirt, your bulge right there, and most of all your face and eyes were hidden... I just went for it."

I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips again, "I'm very glad you did."

Kelly returned my kiss and added a hug, "What time do you have to leave?"

"Around 2 o'clock."

"It's 1:45 pm."

I looked at the clock, screwed up my mouth and exclaimed, "But I can't go until we test the installation!"

Kelly jumped up, wrapped the panel of denim around her and zipped it into a skirt, "Yeah, let's check it out."

As she placed the breakfast dishes into the new dishwasher I pulled up my jeans and gathered my tools. I was a little disappointed that her cute ass had disappeared under the skirt. I squirted detergent into the dispenser and asked if she was ready.

"Yup."

I pushed the door closed and hit the start button. A nice quiet whooshing sound of water filling the appliance started immediately. I smiled. We picked up the tools and packed them into my car. We were both sort of quiet because we knew if we started talking about things we would be at it for an impossible few days. I kept checking the dishwasher. It was draining and filling correctly and seemed to be leak-free. It was 2:15 when I pronounced the installation a resounding success. Kelly smiled appreciatively.

"So you better be going then..."

"I guess..."

I didn't get any more words out before her mouth covered mine in a deep long kiss. I held her tightly as we kissed. It lasted several minutes.

Our kiss broke and she guided me to the door.

"I'll call you tomorrow to see how the dishwasher is working."

"Is that all you'll be interested in?"

I just smiled as I got into the car...

Kelly then yelled to me, "Just one more thing, I have a broken cabinet door and I don't know the first thing about carpentry."

End



Kitchen Antics



The thought of taking your partner completely by surprise can be a very arousing one, just the unpredictable things that keep a relationship fresh and new, as I have tried to do in this particular story. So Wolf, this story is dedicated to you my love, because you never know what I may do next...

I can imagine you standing in the kitchen cooking dinner as I walk in the room, standing behind you, and wrapping my arms around you, running my fingers lightly over your chest, I whisper, "I'm home Honey" and laugh softly as I slowly undo the buttons of your shirt. My hands can freely wander over your warm skin, my fingers moving up your chest until I can feel your heartbeat beneath them. 

Moving your hands to your sides, and slowly slipping your shirt from your shoulders, then completely off, and throwing it to one side. My hands then run back over your chest, as the tip of my tongue traces your spine. Hearing you gasp softly just makes me a little more adventurous, as I slip one leg between yours and push up slightly, your body reacting the way I had hoped, and notice you turn off the stove, and quietly say, "Baby, do you plan on us eating tonight?"

Laughing I reply, "I'm sure we will find time to get around to it later on, Plus we may have worked up a better appetite"

Not allowing you to turn around yet, I continue to trace patterns over your chest with my fingers, and with feather-light kisses run them down your spine, then softly back up over your ribcage, now able to taste the salt on your skin.

Turning you slightly now, I move from behind you to face you, my fingertips never breaking contact with your skin, as I lick your neck up to your ear, whispering how much I love you. Then softly kissing down your neck, lightly nibbling your warm skin, until I reach the dip in your collarbone, my tongue traces the outline before my teeth lightly graze it. I see your head roll back slightly, as my tongue runs over your neck and into the hollow of your throat. 

Planting kisses up your throat to your jawline, over your chin until I reach your mouth. My tongue then traces your lips, so warm and inviting, and I can feel your breath becoming slightly uneven, as my lips travel to your mouth and kissing very softly at first, but slowly intensifying, my tongue gently pushing between your lips, tasting you, as you gently hold me and receive my kiss with a desire of your own. My leg moving between your legs again, moving up, and feeling you becoming aroused.

Breaking apart from our kiss, my mouth moving down over your neck once again, whispering how much I want you, before moving down over the top of your chest, my tongue dancing over your hard chest, down over your sternum, while my fingers graze your ribcage. My one hand moving down to the button on your jeans and finding it quite easy to open, followed by the zipper, my fingers moving around the waistband of your jeans until they slide over your hips and to the floor, followed by your underwear. You lift one foot until they fall away, then the other and you kick them across the floor.

My mouth slowly moves south over your taut stomach, and running my fingers up the inside of your leg, from the knee to thigh, as my mouth again continues its decent. Breaking contact with your warm flesh for just a second, my tongue begins running up your leg, in the same fashion as my fingers did, just moments before. Resisting the urge to feel your arousal in my warm mouth, I start to slowly lick from base to tip, feeling you arch slightly, and then gasp softly, slowly circling the head with my warm tongue, before gently taking the head into my mouth. One hand cupping you, while the other firmly holds the base. 

I can feel your hand running through my hair, as I hear a low groan escape your lips. I then slowly move my mouth over you, just a little, then back up, each time I move down, taking you a little further into my warm mouth, as you reach the back of my mouth, my throat muscles start to relax as you start to move against them, moving back up, then slowly back down, teasing you. 

Finally taking you completely into my mouth, my throat muscles squeeze the head gently but firmly every time you move past them. I look up to see your eyes closed and your head slightly back. Moving faster, picking up the pace, I feel you harden even more within my mouth. My fingers at the base starting to move in rhythm with my mouth, covering you completely.

Slowing down the pace slightly, wanting you, I release you from my mouth, licking up again from base to tip before slowly standing, and seeing an amazed look on your face, then you asking why I stopped. 

Taking your hand and leading you over to the counter. hopping up to sit on it, there is now an even eye contact, as you see the pure devilment in my green eyes, as I slowly take your hand and let you discover that at least one item of clothing had been removed before I even entered the kitchen. A look of surprise is on your face, as I laugh softly, my hands holding your hips, pulling you towards me.

My legs open to sit at either side of your hips, as my legs start to wind around the back of your legs. Sitting right at the edge of the counter as I pull your body closer to mine, my heart racing as I tilt my head up to kiss you. Feeling your arms wrap around my waist, returning my kiss with a hunger I have never known before, and feeling your arousal against me pushing slightly against my hot center. My legs lift a little so my ankles lock around your waist, as I arch forward to take you inside me. 

Slowly feeling your body move against mine, inching inside me, as I groan softly into your neck. My muscles squeeze you gently as you move into me, my body aching for all of you, so my legs pull you sharply against me, and my hips arch to meet yours, taking you completely into my warmth. My heart beating with wild abandon, as my passion for you takes over, moving with you, whimpering softly as I take you further and further into my body. 

My teeth lightly grazing your neck as my body moves with yours. Raising my mouth from your neck I kiss you deeply, hungrily, wanting all of you. I can feel your pace quicken, and in return, so does my own. I can feel the heat starting to rise deep inside me as our bodies slick with sweat, move even faster. I feel your body arch forward as an explosion goes off behind my eyes, lifting my body up by gripping your waist with my legs, take you so deep inside me.

As my body stiffens, every muscle tightens squeezing you tightly, I feel you move sharply inside me one last time, as my wet center spasms and drains you completely. I hear you moan with spent energy, and move slightly to the counter leaning against it, as I relax my weight back down against it. My legs still wrapped around you, planting soft kisses on your cheek as your face rests against my shoulder, as you catch your breath.

My heart still beating wildly, as I softly whisper how much I love you, my fingers softly running over your back, and hearing my own heartbeat, finally starting to slow down. Not wanting to move, but knowing I cant sit on the kitchen counter all night, I release you, then sliding off the counter, and looking at you, as you stare at me, asking what got into me this evening.

Smirking, I see you just look over my head at the counter and stove then back down at me, and I whisper, "Don't worry about supper, I'll even make you brownies later" as I dissolve into fits of giggles as you being to tickle me. Warning you that I will get even for the tickling being unfair, and with a promise of getting even later, I take your hand in mine, and lead you down the hallway to the shower....But, that's another story!



Kitchen Bang



Finally home, I think to myself as I reach the front steps of the apartment building. I walk up the stairs and enter inside. Just one more floor to go then I can finally relax after a long day at the office. Today I wore a purple button up blouse, a magenta skirt ending above my knees, thigh high fishnet nylon stockings, and a pair of brown four inch heels to finish it off. I get halfway up the stairs and quickly remember that the contractors are over today fixing a big leak in the kitchen. The landlord called me yesterday telling me something about them putting in a new sink and blah blah blah, I didn't really listen to him just agreed with whatever. Do I really have a choice in the matter? Anyways, today was the day they were to do it. I hope they're almost done. I was hoping to just get comfortable and relax, not entertain a group of dirty hardworking men. 

I get to my apartment and open the door stepping inside. I hear noises coming from the kitchen as they don't hear me walk in. I drop my purse on the couch and decide to go see how everything is coming along. I enter the kitchen and see five guys all hard at work. All of them sweaty, two of them even have their shirts off as they stop for a second and greet me. 

"Hey guys, how's everything going?" I ask. 

The oldest of the men, probably the job manager turns to me and says, "Good, just putting the fasteners in. Had to wait for the adhesive to dry, but trying to get it done quickly." 

"Oh, please take your time" I say with a sexy grin. Since they're here might as well try and get what I can from them. "I didn't mention this to my landlord but this cupboard never stays shut, anyway you could maybe look at that?" 

He pauses and gives me a questionable look. "Uhmm yea sure, I can look at it", he stutters as he goes over and checks it out. He bends over while looking at it and I can't help but check out his ass real quick. I'm young at 23 but that doesn't mean I couldn't give an older man a shot. Oh no, I think one of his workers saw me checking out the boss. 

"I think my landlord was a little irritated with the sink request, didn't want him to get too overwhelmed", I stammer out looking away quickly. 

"Why would he get overwhelmed?" the manager asks turning to me, a questionable look on his face. 

"Well I wouldn't want him to think I'm an expensive tenant", I respond. They all of a sudden stop and turn to me setting their tools down. 

"But your landlord gave me the impression you were paying for this job. We need to figure out who's paying here. If no ones going to pay, we might have a problem. We don't work for free", says the boss in a puzzled tone. 

"I really thought he was covering this. I have no money saved and no credit cards. If I knew I had to pay for this I wouldn't have even had you guys come at all". I say standing their awkwardly giving them a blank stare, at a loss for words. What am I gonna do about this? I think to myself. 

"Well someone needs to pay us. We typically work for money, I'm not sure how else you would pay us." The boss says sarcastically, him and his workers looking very irritated. 

"Well we have to work something out, I can't just have a half finished sink in my kitchen! You're positive he's not paying you?" I ask puzzled thinking how could there be a mix up here. Why should I, the tenant, have to pay for something that went bad with just normal wear and tear? 

"Yes, positive!", he says shaking his head looking very annoyed. "No more work is being done here" He adds as he and his crew start picking up there tools getting ready to leave. 

"Please wait! I really need this sink to get finished, I can't fix this! There's got to be something we can work out!" I beg standing in front of the doorway. These guys can't leave, there just has to be something we can work out. I can't have a kitchen with no sink. 

Suddenly he stops picking up and a slight grin forms on his face as he looks over at me, his eyes looking me up and down as his grin grows bigger. He nods his head to his crew. 

Oh God, oh no I think to myself. He can't really be thinking what I think he is. I know I was checking him out earlier but that would just be out of line, I think to myself. He takes a step forward towards me, looking me right in the eye and sternly asks. "You want this kitchen done or not?" 

"Yes I do", I say softly standing there returning his stare. 

"What are you willing to do for this kitchen?" he asks as he unzips his fly taking another step towards me and winks to his workers. 

I just stand their awkwardly staring at him, my mouth agape almost in shock. I knew it, I just had a feeling this would lead to sex. He can't be serious, can he? Does he just want me or do they all want me? I can't believe I'm in this predicament in the first place! But then again if I just saved my damn money I wouldn't even need to be contemplating this. 

"Well..... Whatever it takes I guess, just as long as you fix the cupboard too." I can't believe I just said that, I think in disbelief as I swallow hard realizing to what I just agreed to. I can't turn back now and there really isn't any other way to pay for this job unfortunately. I guess I'm just gonna have to go through with this. Where ever it does go, even if it is with all of them. Who knows, maybe I could even get more from this. I think to myself as a naughty grin forms on my face. I've always fantasized about being gangbanged, now here's my chance! 

He notices my grin and with a snicker he unzips his fly and pulls out his hardening cock. My eyes widen, this is really going to happen. I'm going to give this my all, afterall I may never get a chance like this again. I think to myself as my grin grows wider, his crew members standing back anxiously watching on. 

"Well you're gonna have to earn it one way or another", he says with a big grin as he steps forth, his cock rock hard bobbing in the air before him. 

Taking a deep breathe I nervously step forth saying with my naughty grin as i stare at his hard cock "I'll do whatever it takes to for this job paid for, just as long as you guys put forth a little extra effort in getting it done!" 

"Oh, we will and you better do whatever it takes! And you're gonna take care of me and my crew, because we're all working on this! Now get that mouth on this cock!" he commands as he grabs the base of his rock hard cock. 

Looking him straight in the eye I willingly submit and take another step forward getting on my knees before him. I reach up grabbing his cock at the base and guide it into my mouth, sucking slowly at first taking it deeper in my mouth with each suck. He thrusts his hips forward each time I bob my head forth. I start to gag a little bit as he grabs the back of my head with both hands guiding my head back and forth on his hard cock. Drool starts dripping from the sides of my mouth. 

One of the crew members comes over and starts groping my tits through my blouse making me jump a little bit as I continue sucking the boss's hard cock. Drool dripping down my chin onto my blouse as he skull fucks me faster, never releasing his gripon the back of my head. He starts moaning loud almost as if he's about to cum. I can feel the eyes of all the other men upon us as the guy playing with my tits rubs his cock on my back. My head still bobbing back and forth over the bosses cock furiously as he suddenly stops and holds his cock down my throat balls deep suffocating me. Choking and gagging, drool dripping off my chin soaking my blouse. 

He quickly pulls out releasing my head as i lean back gasping for air. He reaches down with both hands tearing my blouse open, the worker behind me tearing it off my arms tossing it aside. As I'm still gasping for air he lifts me up under my arms making me stand as the boss pulls my skirt down, yanks my panties off ripping them as the guy behind me tears off my bra leaving me naked except my thigh high nylon fishnets and brown high heels. I hear everyones voices of approval as I'm forced back down to my knees the bosses cock finding my mouth once more as the other three workers finally join pulling out their hard cocks as they form a circle around me. I reach up with both hands and begin stroking the two nearest cocks. 

I hear them moaning as I stroke their hard cocks, I suddenly feel hands all over my tits pinching and pulling my nipples. I start moaning around the bosses cock as the hands playing with my nipples send shivers down my spine. I give the boss a few more good sucks and pull him from my mouth. I pivot on the floor to the next waiting cock, taking it deep into my mouth. Mmmm this one slightly bigger I think to myself as I suck him fast and hard. 

Suddenly he rips his cock from my mouth and I feel hands pushing me forward placing me on my hands and knees. I willingly stick my ass out for them and look over my shoulder anticipating a cock. All of them standing behind me cocks in hand as they all start slapping their hard cocks on my ass. They must have done this before I think to myself as I watch them and give them a sexy grin as I wiggle my ass for them. They know how to get real kinky with it. 

"Mmmmmmmmm ohhhhh yeeaaaaaa", I moan watching as they continue slapping my asscheeks all over with their cocks, feeling precum drip all over my ass. Giving it a shiny coating as I shake my ass a little harder for them, really getting into how wild this is getting. 

The boss takes the lead once again as he positions his cock not at my pussy but my asshole! Okay this may be going too far too quickly. I agreed to fuck them, not give them my ass. Or not right away anyways, it has been a little while since I've had a cock in there. I'm not an anal virgin but I'm not a pro either. I move forward slightly but the boss has none of it as he grabs my shoulders and holds me still. I tense myself trying to get myself ready as I feel him spit onto my asshole. Then I feel as he pushes his cockhead forth. Slowly pushing forward as I try to relax my tight hole. Biting my bottom lip looking down as his hard cock slowly slides into my ass. Getting me used to his size as he begins to slide it back and forth slowly, going a little bit deeper with each inward thrust as he starts to pick up the pace. I start moaning slightly as my ass gets used to his hard cock, he builds up his speed and suddenly out of no where he shoves three fingers into my already wet pussy. Finger fucking me as he fucks my asshole, making me moan louder in pleasure as I quickly forget about the pain in my asshole. 

Then two of his crew members come around before me and present me with their large hard cocks as I willingly take one in my mouth, moaning around his cock as I suck him fast and hard. The bosses fucking of my ass harder and faster while continuing to finger fuck my pussy. 

I jump as I suddenly feel a tongue on my pussy. The boss pulls his fingers from my drenched pussy as one of the other crew members starts eating me out. I can't believe how raunchy these men are, they are insatiable. They're going all out with this! He starts tonguefucking me as the boss rams his cock in and out of my asshole hard. I take the other cock in my mouth bobbing my head back and forth at a rapid pace. I begin moaning louder unable to contain myself as I pull the cock from my mouth and look over my shoulder moaning "Ohhhhhhhhh yeeeaaaaaa fuck my ass!". 

The guy eating my pussy repositions himself underneath me and aims his cock for my wet pussy and pulls me down onto him. Having a cock in my ass and pussy they start building a rhythm and doublefuck me hard as I suck and stroke the 2 cocks before me. The odd man out finally comes over and stands next to the two men before me presenting me with his cock as I take it in my mouth sucking him good. I alternate between the three cocks in front of me, sucking and stroking the ones not in my mouth as the two men doublefucking me continue faster and harder. 

Two of the men before me start to shove their hard cocks in my mouth at the same time as I willingly take them. Opening my mouth wider taking them in, moaning and gurgling around there hard cocks as I get doublefucked. The boss really getting into it now as he starts spanking my ass and pulling my hair with his other hand guiding my head back and forth on the two cocks in my mouth. 

Suddenly as all of this is going on I hear footsteps. I freeze in shock but the men keep going, am I the only one hearing that? I think to myself as I pull the cocks from my mouth and look to the side of me. I stare in horror as I look up to see my sister Lynn standing there with a very surprised look on her face. 

How stupid can I be to forget about her, she lives here too! If I wasn't so worried about getting this job paid for I would have remembered that she'd be home soon. This is going to be hard to explain, I couldn't be any more of an awkward position. Here I am pretty much naked, surrounded by 5 naked men who have finally stopped but the cocks in my ass and pussy are still in deep. They all look at her, but they don't seem to be embarassed at all. 

"What the fuck is going on here?" she finally blurts out with a stern look on her face. 

All the men just stare at her with stupid looks on their faces, they turn to me waiting for me to respond. My heart pounding as I don't know what to say, might as well just go with the truth. 

"Our landlord wasn't going to pay for the sink repair" I say looking down, too embarassed to look at her. 

She just stands their not saying anything at first, as she tries to get to the bottom of this. "So how does that explain this?" She asks, pointing her hand out towards all of us. Then suddenly she realizes what's going on. "Oh, I get it. So this is how you're paying them because you have no money." She says with a sly grin. 

"We have no money! You outta be thanking me!" I blurt out, finally gaining the courage to look up at her, annoyed as she know just as well as I do that this payment would of been half hers. 

The boss finally having enough of our bickering pulls his still hard cock from my asshole and turns towards Lynn , his cock rock hard with my assjuice all over it. 

"So you live here too?" he asks her as if he's confused, then adds with a big grin "Because if thats the case, I believe you should have to pay us too." He says to her surprise. 

"Uhmm I think she has it covered. That should be plenty payment what she's already doing for all of you" She says pointing towards me. 

He continues staring at her and points towards me also and says, "Thats just a consolation! We would rather have money, we do have bills to pay", his crew members smirking nodding their heads in agreement. "Thats why it would be fair for you to jump in on this", he says stating his point. 

She just stands their thinking about it, almost as if she'll consider doing what he asked. I just look away in disbelief. Its bad enough she walked in on the middle of this but now she's even considering participating in a sexual act involving me, her sister? I never thought we'd ever be in a situation like this, but why should I have to be the only one going through with this? She lives here too, it would be the fair thing to do. Fuck it, why not? She's already seen me at my worst, might as well take part in it with me. What shame do we have to lose, we're already losers who can't pay for a simple sink repair. 

"Hmmmmm I don't know.... What do you think sis?" she asks me, her grin growing wider. I can tell just by looking at her she wants me to be cool with this and let her join. 

"Well I'd hate for them to do a half ass job because they now know you live here too. I would hate to have done all this for nothing." I explain, looking up at her losing any sense of shame, actually hoping she'll join us. But don't get me wrong, I've never had sexual feelings for my sister before this. I've seen her naked a few times but never have I fantasized about anything like this ever happening, or ever fantasized about her in any sexual way at all. Right now I think we need to do this, and just get it over with. It may be different to some of you out their, but we just need to get through this. 

The boss starts stroking his cock slowly before her, a nasty grin on his face. "Come on girl.... Follow your sisters example down their and get on some of these cocks." He says with a sly laugh. 

What happens next I still can't believe. She returns her grin back towards the boss, looks him straight in the eye and steps towards him. Then suddenly two of the men I was sucking off go over to her as one pulls her tank top off revealing her big tits as she's not wearing a bra and the other quickly pulls her pants down her legs with her panties. They then grab her and position her bending over the counter as she steps out of her pants kicking them aside. They pull her ass out spreading her asscheeks for all to see as they proceed to spit all over her asshole and pussy, rubbing their spit on her holes lubricating them. They get her holes prepared nice and lubed with their spit as one of them lays down right next to the man I'm on top of. The other guy grabs her under her arms and brings her over, placing her on top of him as she guides his hard cock into her wet pussy, sliding right down on it. I watch as my sister right next to me starts riding this mans cock, my mouth agape in slight shock as I still can't believe this is happening. She really looks like she's enjoying it too, must have been making her horny the whole time I think to myself. The other guy then pushes her forward and lines his hard cock up with her asshole and begins to slowly push forth. He eases his cock in and out of her tight asshole as the other man starts sliding his cock in and out of her pussy as they begin to doublefuck her, making her moans louder and louder with each of their thrusts. 

As that goes on the boss comes back over to me and starts where he left off, sliding his hard cock back in my asshole with ease as he and the guy beneath me start doublefucking me again. My sister and I getting the same treatment, getting double penetrated right next to each other. The odd guy out sick of stroking his cock watching us all walks over to Lynn and decides to see how her cock sucking skills are. He grabs a hand full of her hair and forces her to look up at him as he aims his cock into her open mouth. I watch as she takes his hard cock right in her mouth, sucking him off as she gets doublefucked hard, moaning around his cock. He then grabs my panties off the floor and pulls her head back of his cock by her hair. As she gasps for air he quickly puts my panties around his cock before forcing her mouth back around his cock. He guides her head up and down a few times before pulling out releasing his grip on her head. He then grabs her panties off the floor and does the same wrapping them around his cock along with mine. Comes over to me, and grabs a handfull of my hair and forces his cock into my mouth. I moan as he guides my head back and forth along his panty covered cock sucking him hard. This dirty situation making me hornier than I ever thought it would. 

Suddenly they all stop and hold their cocks in our holes balls deep. I pull the cock from my mouth and look over my shoulder as the boss looks at me a sly grin on his face and says, "I want you to lick her pussy while she sucks my cock, and..." pauses in a thought then adds, "While one of my workers fucks her ass!", his grin growing wider with his sick idea. 

I just look up at him in slight shock; this sleezy bastard just can't get enough. I know I said this was making me very horny but I just thought we were going to get fucked together, not actually doing sexual acts with each other. This isn't good enough what we're doing already? I then look over at Lynn as she stares up at him, giving him the same look as I. "Uhmm I didn't go into this thinking we'd have to do stuff together...", she says puzzled. 




Kitchen Bang



He then pulls out of my asshole and steps back saying in a rough tone, "You want this kitchen done or not? My workers and I can either leave right now or you can do as I say, and we'll finish up the kitchen!" 

Lynn then turns to me, giving me almost a hopeless look as I feel we're probably thinking the same thing. We didn't go this far for them to just leave and still not even finish the job, and plus we're already fucking together wouldn't be going much farther actually doing stuff together. Then without saying a word I boldly get up off the guy I was riding and lay down on the floor on my back, making the first move with what the boss wants us to do. Lynn stares at me her mouth agape in slight shock as the guys pull out of her ass and pussy. Both of them with wide grins, pushing her lightly as she slowly stands and steps over me. I take a deep breathe as I stare up into her wet pussy. I close my eyes as she slowly squats over my face, bringing her pussy to my mouth. Well here goes nothing I think to myself as I put my tongue out and begin licking her wet pussy, slowly sliding my tongue up and down her wet slit still in disbelief I agreed to do this. Opening my eyes, all I can see is her ass as I eat her out. I start hearing slurping noises and think that must be her sucking the bosses cock. Then as I stare up the lucky guy to fuck her ass steps behind her and spreads her asscheeks, revealing her gaping asshole inches from my face as he aims and slowly slides forth filling her ass with his cock and begins to slide it in and out at a rapid pace. Suddenly I feel a tongue on my wet pussy, one of the other workers must be eating me out. 

The tongue on my wet pussy drives me wild, I begin moaning into Lynn 's cunt no longer caring that I'm eating out my sister. The guy fucking her ass forces her pussy down on my mouth as I suck and nibble on her clit making her moan around the bosses cock. Her juices dripping down my chin as I tongue fuck her cunt, the guy fucking her ass sliding in and out hard. His balls are slapping my forehead with each of his inward thrusts. 

"Yea that's it! Eat your sister's cunt if you want this kitchen finished!" I hear the boss yell down to me between all the moaning. They should all be close to orgasm I think to myself as I tongue fuck Lynn harder, sliding my tongue in and out deep driving her wild. 

Suddenly the boss and the man in her ass step back and push her off of me onto the floor, pulling her beside me as they all surround us stroking their cocks hard. "Sit up sluts! Right next to each other! And stick out your fucking tongues!" yells the boss. Doing as we're told we sit up next to each other and stick out our tongues, staring up at their cocks as they wank furiously. 

"Mmmm cum all over us!" I moan without any encouragement staring up at the cocks actually wanting to get covered. The boss steps up to me as one of the workers steps up to Lynn . They both unleash at the same time moaning as they cum hard releasing it all over our faces and in our open mouths. They stick there cocks in our mouths, using our mouths to clean them and suck the rest out. They move out of the way as the next two steps up right behind them. They both unload all over our tits covering them in their spunk. They step aside as the last guy can't hold on any longer shooting his load before getting to us as it lands on the floor before us. 

"Lick that cum off the floor bitches, and don't even think about swallowing it either!" yells the boss. We both hesitate at first but we lean over and lick it off the dirty floor keeping it in our mouths as we were told along with the other cum already in their. "Good girls, now share it!" he orders. We look at each other for a quick second before we both lean in towards each other and start making out, swapping the cum between our mouths. We break the kiss and swallow as we stare up at them, hoping this ordeal is finally over. We see that most of the workers have already put their pants on. 

The boss pulls his jeans up and turns to us saying, "We'll finish the job tomorrow, we need to get home now and shower after fucking you two filthy sluts!" With that he zips up his pants and grabs his tool bag with his shirt, he proceeds out the door. His workers close behind as they gather their tools and the rest of their clothes and leave, slamming the door behind them. I just look over at Lynn in shock now more than ever that that really did just happen? I was just in an orgy with my older sister. She just gets up without saying a word and walks away out of the kitchen.



Kitchen Benchtop Adventures



I can't get the thought out of my head. Sitting you on the white granite bench, then kneeling down and nuzzling your pussy through your panties. Running my hands along the outside of your olive thighs, under your short grey work dress . I've opened the drawers so you can rest your feet on something and lean back. Cupping your thighs and sliding my hand under them, pulling myself closer to you, my nose is tickling your pussy through your undies and my tongue is teasing you through the fabric.

God, I'd love to feel your thighs on my face and hear you gasp as my warm breath hits your thigh. If I concentrate, I can already feel the lace on my nose and tongue and smell you. God, I'd love to tickle your soft skin with the tip of my tongue and watch you squirm.

Your grey dress is up around your hips. Imagine me slipping my hand under your lacy undies and holding your butt cheeks as I flick my tongue against your clit, through the lace, sitting on the bench with your legs draped over my shoulders.

My right hand would slip under your undies and around your ass until my finger tips rest in your butt crevasse. I'd kiss and nibble your right thigh as my left hand pulls your undies across, exposing your gorgeous, glistening lips. Seeing seeing you like that is such an incredible turn-on. Each time, it seems that your pussy is even more beautiful than I remembered - I love that after you've manicured, it's so neat, so perfect and right in front of me. 

As soon as I let the undies go, they'd move back, so I would retrieve my right hand and hold the elastic back, letting me trace my fingertips over your mound and down the outside of your smooth lips.

I'd rest there for a minute, my cheek on your thigh, as my finger tip traced the curves and lines of your pussy, feeling the textures and pressing ever so gently between your lips. I'd love watching where my finger is going.

I'd peel your lips apart gently with two fingers, exposing the soft pink inside and would run my moist tongue from the bottom to the top. Your tiny pink clit would be peering out from beneath its hood, so I'd tease that with the end of my stiffened tongue for a minute, making you close your eyes and gasp. God, I love that noise.

My right thumb would gently press against your opening and slip inside you as I sucked gently on your clit.

Now that I'm sucking on your hard clitoris, my left hand wouldn't need to hold your lips apart any more, so I'd move it down over your soft, olive thigh and slowly but firmly insert two fingers into you. I'd push them in and pull them out rhythmically, softly finger fucking you as I massage your swelling clit and lips with my tongue. 

I'd feel you sit up slightly and slide your hands down the back of my head to my neck, fingers entwining in my hair. For a minute, I'd move my face away and kiss your leg, kissing every freckle I can find, loving the sensation of the smooth, warm skin on my lips, tasting your salty sweat.

After enjoying your thigh and knee though, my attention would be drawn back to your pussy, still filled with my two fingers. After these few minutes, I'd pull them out and re-insert three fingers this time, loving the sight of you stretched around them. By now, your lips would be nicely swollen and glistening wet with saliva and juice. Smiling to myself, I'd lean back in to taste you, pushing my tongue in over the top of my fingers, listening to your quiet moaning, listening to the slurping, loving the taste.

My tongue would flick in and out of you, as fast as I can go. My three fingers would move slower, but push in firmly and curve around as they slide in. My right hand would grab your butt beneath your dress, so I can pull my face into your pussy. 

After several minutes of my tongue alternating between your pussy and your perfect pink clit, I'd stand up and lick my fingers clean. I'd then lean in to kiss you, wrapping my arms around you. Your arms would snake around me as well, pulling me in close, your legs wrapping around my waist. 

We'd kiss hard, you tasting yourself on my lips and tongue. Your tongue teases, flicking against mine and against my teeth, darting, flirting. I'd groan in pleasure and frustration, trying to nip it and make it stand still, but you'd continue to tease and run the tip over my lips.

Your right hand would move it's way back around my shoulders and slide down my chest until it reaches my belt. While kissing me and thrusting against me, you'd undo my belt and start to unbutton my jeans.

I'd start kissing the side of your neck and nibbling your earlobe as you breathlessly undo my jeans and slip your hands inside my underwear. I'd groan into the crook of your neck as I felt your long, cool fingers wrap around my hard cock, tugging it free of its cotton prison. That actually feels amazing, letting it stretch out, feeling the air on it and your hand squeezing.

You'd pull your head back from mine, breaking contact with my lips, and look me in the eye hungrily. You'd sit back comfortably and with your hands, push my undies and jeans down further, never once breaking eye contact, one hand starting to pump up and down firmly, with your thumb drifting over the swollen and wet head each time, making me arch my back with the intense sensation. Your other hand would start exploring, cupping my smooth balls gently for a moment, then trailing delicately, teasingly, down over my thighs, up over my belly, through the stubble of my pubic hair, around between my legs to my ass. All the while, you're pumping, squeezing, stroking, twisting. 

I'd thrust toward you in time, with my cock growing even bigger, as you coax an amazing length and girth out of it. While you're watching me, I'd close my eyes, bite my lip and give in to the feeling of you being in charge, controlling me. 

My hands would be trailing down from your hair and shoulders, trailing down over your perfect boobs, feeling tight and firm under your dress. I'd lift my hands back up and cup them, lifting them together, loving the soft weight, imagining how they'd look beneath the grey covering .

You'd go back to kissing me passionately while your fingers are busy. Your lips feel amazing, your hair smells beautifully soft. My hands would drop down to your hips, loving the feel of them, roaming around and caressing, trying to pull myself into you, but you always play so hard to get though. I'd distract myself by moaning into your mouth as you jerk me off, sliding my hands further down over the curve of your bum. 

Not letting me get too comfortable, you'd remove your hands from my cock and gently push me away, before sliding off the bench and jumping down next to me. You'd place your hand behind my neck and kiss me hard once again before patting the bench and uttering just two words: "Your turn." 

I'd jump up onto the bench, my bare butt sticking to the surface slightly, then finally kick my jeans and undies off altogether. While I'm doing this, I'd notice you wandering across the kitchen for a moment, but preoccupied with what I'm doing, I wouldn't really wonder what you're up to until I'm perched comfortably on the bench. Only then would I look up and admire the curves of your hips and bum as you stand in the pantry doorway, your dress showing them off perfectly. 

I'd ask you what you're up to, but without turning around, you'd tell me never to mind, with a smile in your voice. There's no point in pushing it, so I'd busy myself with unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it on the floor next to my pants. After a minute, you'd wander over to the bench, arms laden with a variety of random jars and a majorly cheeky grin on your face, then put everything down on the bench whilst looking at me thoughtfully. 

Thinking to yourself, you'd open a jar of Nutella and scoop a blob out with your finger and smear it on my nipple. You'd smoosh it down my chest, then lick your fingers clean. Next, humming quietly to yourself, you'd take some choc chips out of a container and drop them into my belly button. Finally, you'd take a marshmallow in your teeth and lean forward to kiss me, sharing it with me. I'd open my mouth slightly and take it in, biting the marshmallow in half and running my tongue over your lips. 

You'd kiss your way down my chest, lingering on my collarbones and freckly shoulders, trailing your hands down my bare arms. I'd briefly kiss the top of your head as you take my nipple into your mouth, sucking hard, swirling your tongue around, flicking it across the tiny pink nub, making it harder, making it grow. I'd arch my back and moan your name, as you move across to the second nipple, giving it the same treatment. Not wanting your work to go to waste, I'd stroke and tweak my damp, hard one, continuing the sensation. 

You'd take the squeeze bottle of honey and dribble a thin stream between my nipples, down to my belly button, then holding my cock out of the way, you'd lean in and run your tongue from my neat little belly button up the sticky golden path to my chest, savouring the sweetness. I'd take your face in my hands and lift you to me, kissing you hungrily, growling into your mouth as I experienced a honey-laden kiss. 

You'd giggle and pull away from me, then bend down and flick your tongue over the very tip of my cock, making me gasp and whimper. Wrapping one hand around the base and taking my balls in the other hand, you'd run your tongue up the shaft, enjoying the sweet chocolatey Nutella mixing with the salty taste of my skin. You'd squeeze my balls slightly, making me thrust instinctively, then run your tongue around the head, removing any Nutella that lingers in the tiny nooks and crannies there. Knowing how sensitive I am there, you'd choose to make me squirm and slip your tongue under the foreskin, seeking out the chocolate chips one by one, licking them up and sucking them out, always probing and tenderly pushing. Once you've got them all, you'd take me into your mouth, moving up and down, sucking on my head, swirling your tongue around, then going back down, enveloping me in absolute bliss. You'd let go and step back, then boldly and confidently look me in the eye as you pull your dress up to your hips and slide your undies down to the floor. I'm spellbound as you momentarily stand there with your beautiful pussy on show, before you nudge your dress back down and move back to me, taking me into your hands. 

I'd lean back, hands on the bench and moan your name out loud. Looking down to you, seeing you down there, it's such an incredible turn on, the sexiest woman in the world between my legs, seemingly fully dressed, loving what she's doing to me. I'd relax into it and continue to say your name, telling you how good it feels, talking dirty to you. My right hand would come up and again, starting to play with my nipples, still damp and sticky. I treat them roughly, pulling and twisting them, so aroused by the sensation of your hands on me. Of course, I couldn't see everything you're doing, so it would take me by surprise when I feel your finger siding between my balls and bum, then circling my ass, tickling, caressing, pushing. 

I'd certainly be getting louder and louder and you could tell how turned on I was. I'd start begging you to fuck me and while you want to give me what I'm craving, you'd like being in control. Without warning, you'd stand up and push me back on the bench, so I'm lying along it, with not a stitch on. 

Hiking your dress up, you'd climb onto the bench and straddle my face, putting yourself right in front of my eyes, your knees holding my arms down. I'd raise my head to taste you, but you'd kneel up and "uh Ahhh" me, then just out of reach of my tongue, you'd start to rub yourself with two fingers. Slowly, sensually, knowing exactly how to tease me, you'd rub your clit with tiny circles, then run your fingers along your lips, back and forth. Thinking about it now, I can feel the warmth, smell your muskiness and hear the soft sounds your fingers are making. Combined with the quiet moans you'd be letting out, I couldn't help but thrust into the air, wishing I was deep inside you. I'd lie there and watch your face, your eyes close, cheeks flushed and lips parted. After several minutes of teasing, your middle finger would slide inside, with your hips swaying in time with your finger, as you fuck yourself over my face. 

I couldn't handle it any more and would wrestle my hands free, then reach down to start playing as you do. Feeling that enough teasing is enough, you'd slide back own over my body, leaving a shiny trail across my belly, which I'd quickly mop up with my fingers, then lick them clean. I'd hold my dick up with one hand and you'd slide back until it slips inside you effortlessly. We'd both gasp and arch our backs simultaneously, then smile at each other.

You'd reach down and pick up the honey bottle once more, flicking the lid off and holding the bottle up high. You'd squeeze and squeeze, emptying the honey all over me in a long unending stream. Leaning forward, you'd massage it all over me as you start to rock back and forth, sliding up and down my long shaft, your pussy holding me tightly. I'd be covered in a sticky golden sheen, but you'd continue to rub, massage, even draw designs with your fingers as you fuck me. The feeling of being inside you is indescribable, all I'd know is that right there, right then, nothing else existed but you and your body. 

We'd both getting close now, so you'd lean forward and take my hands, holding my arms down above my head. I'd kiss you tenderly, but you'd return the kiss hungrily, almost animalistic, kissing me hard, thrusting your tongue deeply, just as I'm thrusting deep into you, filling you up. Your dress would be soaked in honey as you lay atop me, but it doesn't matter right now. My toes would start to tingle with the onset of my climax, my breath coming in short bursts as we yell each others' name. Before I cum though, your orgasm would hit, and you'd lose control as wave after wave rolls over you. You'd release my hands and bury your face in my neck as you cry out. I'd wrap my arms around you and hold you as you shudder, but continue to pound into you, prolonging your orgasm and making you cry out further, until I lost control, roaring your name.

I'd thrust into you as hard as I could, pushing your whole body. With each thrust, I'd cum deep inside you, more than I have in a long time, roaring out with each thrust. Even after I'm empty and stop thrusting, my entire body would be rigid and tense, as the effects of the huge orgasm fade slowly. Eventually, I'd relax and slump back against the bench top, hugging you tightly. 

We'd stay like that for what seems an eternity, not needing words or actions to know how much we love each other, then you gingerly raise yourself up and stretch out. Looking down ruefully at your honey-drenched dress, you'd remark "Shit. This is going to need soaking and I've got nothing to change into."



Kitchen Boy



He was trying to work his way up in the culinary world, she was already there. He was a 20 something kitchen boy, doing dishes, making sure the shelves were stocked with ingredients and supplies, delivering utensils and dishes on demand. She was a 50 something chef, a saucier, with a learned talent of mixing and sautéing the perfect blend to make a dish, from meats to deserts. Her skills had earned her a place in a top restaurant in Boston. Every day, from afternoon into the late evening, she would be at her station at the stove, asking for the ingredients, mixing them in a creative and passionate manner, watching as the sauce developed. He dutifully supplied her whatever she requested, on demand, without question.

Her focus on her work often seemed preoccupied. She really didn't notice much happening around her, especially him, he thought. He noticed her. Although decades older than him, he could see her inner passion, which she expressed through her cooking. She was an attractive woman. Her pretty face, full bust, and curvaceous hips and legs were evident. She preferred a practical dress in the kitchen. Practical in her mind meant clothing that would not get in the way as she cooked. She typically dressed in a short, loose skirt, no stockings, and a peasant blouse with a button down front that could easily be opened when it became hot in front of the stove. 

Practical dress in her mind was totally provocative in his mind. She was focusing on the stove, but as she bent over, he was obsessed with catching glimpses under her skirt. It wasn't hard. The fans in the kitchen kept the air moving, and it also kept her loose skirts moving. As he came in and out of the kitchen we was constantly exposed to glimpses of her upper thighs and sometimes the curve of her buttocks He wondered whether she was wearing panties, but couldn't quite tell.

While she was focused on the developing the sauce in the pan in front of her, and seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on the kitchen boy, the fact is that her passion for cooking was also a passion in her loins. No one knew this, but her pussy would become wet as she cooked. As she stirred the sauce, she imagined a man's cock stirring within her. As she added ingredients, she thought of each little lick and kiss and tug she would like to give and to get. Cooking and sex were parallel pleasures for her, and somewhere along the line of her life, they had become mutually erotic events. 

She knew this about herself, of course. Most nights she would finish her sauces, receive the compliments to the chef, and go home to masturbate herself to delirium thinking of the smells and taste and touch of sauces, both from the kitchen and from the body.

What she didn't really know is that her secret was not so secret from the kitchen boy. He was younger than her of course, but he also had a gift and a skill. He could feel when a woman was in need. He could feel her heat, her passion. He could see that her shyness, or self absorption, or brusqueness, was simply a defensive reaction to the underlying passion. 

The kitchen boy knew the passion of the chef, and although she expressed it in her cooking, he could see what she needed. The short skirts may be practical, but they were also a signal. Please touch me. 

One evening, he did. The heat in the kitchen was intense. The sauce was bubbling. She was in her element, asking for ingredients, adding them slowly, stirring. He stood beside her, at her command, but also listening for her unspoken commands. As the fan fluffed her skirt up, his hand went down and then touched her thigh, sliding up until it firmly gripped her butt. He waited for a response. At first touch she startled, but then slightly shut her eyes as his hand went northward. As he gripped her butt, she inhaled sharply, then slowly released her breath. But she did not say a word.

His hand gripping her ass gently moved deeper, probing, finding. No panties. She focused on her sauce in the pan, but took a wider stance with her legs, allowing him to slide his hand further in. When he reached the folds of her vagina, she was breathing deeply, internally focused. When his fingers spread her labia, they both could feel her juices covering his fingers.

She hadn't said a word, but her meaning was clear. Please fuck me now. And he did. In a fluid motion he moved behind her, lifted her skirt, dropped his pants, and plunged his cock deeply into her. There was no resistance. Her pussy had been wet from the passion of cooking, the unexpected entrance of fingers and now cock into her domain was welcome. 

She leaned over the stove, not taking her eyes off the pan and the sauce, but now focusing on the warmth and hardness in her depths. He thrust, again and again, quick, hard, deep. She came before he did, her pussy convulsing and her wetness coating his cock. She felt his passion building.

As he neared his climax, she suddenly twisted around, pulling his cock out of her pussy and grabbing it in her hand. 

"Cream, please." He understood, and leaned toward the pan on the stove. She jacked him several times hard, and he came, spewing his cream into the sauce. His cock jerked several times, then was still in her hand.

"Thank you, kind sir," she said, then leaned down to gently clean the remaining cream off his cock with her lips and tongue.

She turned to the sauce, and with a whisk skillfully swirled his cream into the sauce. "My guests will enjoy this tonight," she thought, " although they'll never guess the special thickening agent involved." 

Smiling, he turned away, shoving his spent and now diminished cock back into his pants, and returned to washing dishes.



Kitchen Counter



I awoke this morning well before my alarm clock rang. I was dreaming of you again, remembering. I was thinking of last night when we were in the kitchen, talking, as I cleaned the counter that looks over the living room. The last of our friends had left several minutes ago and I knew you would be leaving soon too. It had been a wonderful evening – good burgers that you grilled, fresh strawberries and ice cream, a funny movie, and hours of talking about everything and nothing. All in all, a just-about-perfect, lazy, summer night, and my dream flipped me happily back into the moment... 

After I wipe the counter dry, I move away from it and flip the light off so that the only light comes from the candles in the living room. 

"Too much bright light for this late hour," I say, smiling.

You turn to the living room, leaning forward against the same kitchen counter I just cleaned, your back to me. "Yeah, but now I can't see a thing."

"Give it a minute, Ryan. Your eyes will adjust. I promise I won't let you trip over anything," I say, gently mocking you. 

I lean against the sink in the tiny kitchen, enjoying the candlelight and the quiet moment. I'm not really thinking about anything – not you, not the night – just feeling happy. Without thinking, I lean forward and touch you gently on the middle of your back, and jump when you gasp and arch your back away from me, pressing your waist against the countertop.

"Ryan? Did I hurt you? Do you have a sunburn? I'm sorry!" I am so startled by your reaction that words of confusion and apology simply fumble their way out of my mouth. I just wanted to get your attention to ask if your eyes are adjusting. I don't often touch you, or anyone, really. Too shy most of the time, or uncertain if even casual touches are welcome.

You draw a deep breath, clenching the kitchen counter with your hands. "No, you just caught me off guard." You don't turn around.

I feel an almost irresistible compulsion to touch you again. You appeal to me and have for a long time, but you never react to me or treat me like anything other than a casual friend. So in a moment that surprises even me, I move behind you and softly say "Ryan. Don't let go of the counter."

"What?" You start to turn around but I put my hands on your shoulders to stop you. You top me by close to a foot, and outweigh me too, but you stop turning.

I move closer, my nose almost touching your back between your shoulder blades. "Don't let go of the counter."

I gulp a breath of air. With it comes the scent of you and I smile, lifting my hands from your shoulders. Then, I start touching you.

I trace the line of your spine with my fingertips. I like the heat and feel of you under the texture of your shirt. You draw a deep breath, and when I spread my fingertips in a starburst pattern from your spine to your waist, your breath shudders out of you. I've imagined this so many times, only I have always been the one tortured with the gentlest of touches. This fantasy, with me touching you, feels strange – but strangely right.

The hollow at the small of your back is my next target. I trace patterns, spelling words I know you can feel, but not understand. You are shuddering slightly, clenching your fingers on the counter, and you are beginning to move your hips against it, too. Fucking the counter are we? I'm not ready for you to do that yet, so I pull you back slightly using the belt-loops of your jeans, and keep touching you. Where are you the most sensitive? You sigh when I caress you between your shoulder blades, at the base of your neck, where your back meets your side, but you gasp when I drift my fingers from your waistband upward to the middle of your back. So that's it, I think to myself. Good to know.

"I don't..." 

The first words you've said since I started. I move my hands to your waist, caressing your sides with just my thumbs. "You don't what?" I ask.

"Jill, I don't know about this."

My hands still. I knew it. I should never have started this. You don't want me, you never have, so what was I thinking? My face feels like a flame as my embarrassment rises. I step back from you and when you start to turn to me I say sharply "Stop. Just stop. You can leave without turning around. Just go. I'm sorry I touched you."

You don't move. For the first time since I have known you, a painful silence builds between us. If I lose you as a friend, I will never forgive myself. I castigate myself silently, waiting for you to move, to leave, to say something, because I am frozen in place.

"Jill. That's not what I meant. I don't know if I can... umm... control myself. I don't want you to stop" you are whispering to me now, head turned toward your shoulder. "I want to touch you. I just don't know if I can stand it if you keep touching me like that."

The ice in my gut and flame on my face are replaced by warmth and pleasure and relief. "You can stand it a little longer, Ryan. I'm not finished touching you yet." I step toward you again, stretch up, and with the tip of my tongue, lick the nape of your neck. You groan, laughing softly, but say nothing. 

Your shirt, I decide, has to go. I run my hands firmly up your sides, saying "Let go of the counter, Ryan, and put your hands up on the cabinet." You follow my order silently. I reach around your waist, and open the button of your jeans. A few quick tugs and your shirt is free, so I slide it up as far as I can reach, going up on my toes and pressing my breasts into your bare back. "Give me the shirt, Ryan" and you do. I place it behind me near the sink. 

"Jill."

"Yes, Ryan?"

"I need to touch you."

"No, Ryan."

I can reach almost up to your wrists, so I trace the smooth, sensitive undersides of your arms moving my fingers down, over the soft hair in your armpits, along your sides, tickling you now. You squirm, saying "God, no. I can't stand it!"

"Mercy, then," I say. "Put your hands back on the counter."

The shape and strength of you in the dim, flickering light is so beautiful. I want to taste you, to touch you, forever. "Don't move, Ryan. Do you understand me?" I say it firmly, though with a smile on my face and in my voice.

"Yes. I understand you." 

You don't sound as amused, and that makes me smile even more. I walk out of the kitchen to get a small stool I keep by the phone, and choose a small, lit candle as well. When I re-enter the kitchen, you turn your head to see me. "Now what?" you say, eyeing the stool and candle uncertainly in the flickering light.

"Shh. I don't want you to talk right now." I place the candle on the fridge, and the stool directly behind you. I sit. My knees bump your legs and I can't get close enough. Hmmm. "Ryan, spread your legs."

"WHAT? No!"

"Don't let go of the counter, Ryan. Please move your legs apart a little. I just need to be closer to you." 

Muttering under your breath, you obey me. Perfect. I slide the stool forward. Now I am sitting with my face level with the middle of your back, where you seem to be most sensitive to my touch. Your skin is bare, smooth, and smells of heat, sweat, and arousal. I anchor my thumbs in your beltloops and pull you back again – I don't want you fucking the counter. I lean down and lick your spine where it disappears into your jeans, leaving a small, damp spot. I blow gently on it. This makes you shudder and arch away from me, so I pull you back again. Moving to a new spot, I repeat the process again and again.

Soon, I can no longer pull you back, you are grinding your self against my kitchen counter so hard. You are breathless, gasping, groaning "Please, please. Jill. I... God. Please!"

I stand up and move a foot or two away from you. I swallow nervously. I don't exactly know how to do this next bit. "Ryan, let go of the counter, turn around, and sit down, please."

You do, groaning as your jeans strain over the hard bulge of your cock. What you feel shows in your face, even in the dim light. Incredible. 

Oops, a mistake on my part. I want your pants off. 

"Ryan, please stand up again. No, don't touch me. Put your arms out, and just hold onto the counter again." I slide the stool away for the moment and put my hands on the button of your jeans, left open earlier, so I can find the pull for your zipper. I slowly lower it, listening to the grit of the metal, and the low groan you make as I free you from the prison of denim.

"Off with your shoes, please." You toe them off, barefooted now since you didn't wear socks, and I slide your jeans and your briefs down your legs, pulling them off one foot, then the other. I grab the stool, and say "Take a seat, Ryan. Don't let go of the counter."

You are seated, naked, arms resting on the countertop, hands again clenching the edge. I sink slowly to my knees between your legs. Candle light casts a flickering shadow of your cock onto your belly. I wonder if your nipples are as sensitive as your back, so I scrape them with my fingernails. Your eyes close tightly and you seem to be strangled by your own groans. Your back, the nape of your neck, your nipples – what will happen when I slip your aching, swollen cock into my mouth?

Time to find out. I lean forward and use the tip of my tongue to lick the ridge of the head of your cock. You clench the counter even more tightly and lift your hips to me, silently begging me to take you fully into my mouth. I wet my lips and wrap them around your cock head, using my tongue to swirl around the tip, sucking gently, then just a bit harder, until you grunt with pleasure. My hands wrap around your cock shaft, and I swallow the taste of you. You thrust your cock into my mouth with your hips and in such a short time, you come, groaning my name and God's, rolling your shoulders and head back so I can't see your face – just the strain in your arms and chest muscles as you continue to clench the counter with all your strength.

It feels like you can come forever, but in a few short minutes, your hips are still, your cock is softening in my mouth and hands, and you are breathing deeply and slowly. I gently release your cock from my mouth, and sitting back on my heels, I look up at you. You raise your head from the kitchen counter, returning my stare.

"I'm letting go of the counter now, Jill. It's your turn..."

I smile to myself, rolling over in my bed. What a great night. I'll never look at my kitchen counter in quite the same way again. I'm surprised my alarm clock hasn't rung, so I lift my head, peering at it. It is well past my normal wake-up time. Oh. It's Saturday. I look over to see you still sleeping soundly, sated.

Perfect.

I slip my hand into my wet panties and slide back into the dream.

My turn, you were saying...



Kitchen Delights



I'm in the kitchen making dinner when you come home from work, tired and hungry. I don't hear you come into the house because I have my music playing loud in the kitchen. You stand in the doorway of the kitchen and watch me singing and dancing along to the music, unaware that you are there. My back is to you as I stand at the sink peeling potatoes and cutting them up. You slowly sneak up behind me and put your hands over my eyes. You whisper in my ear, "Guess who!" 

I smile and pretend I don't know who you are. I guess, "The Milk Man? The Pool Boy? The Gardener??" You laugh and say no to each guess, then turn me around and kiss me deeply and I wrap my arms around you, hugging you tight. 

I break the kiss and say, "Dinner will be ready in about an hour dear. Your newspaper is on the desk in your study, and there's a fresh pot of coffee in there for you as well." 

You smile and say, "I think that coffee will be cold by the time I'm ready to drink it. I have better things in mind to do right now than read the paper and drink coffee, baby. I'm ready for some hot loving from my sexy woman." 

I laugh softly and say, "Ok, but dinner will have to wait a little longer then." I put the potatoes in a pan of water and put it in the fridge and turn the meat that I have marinating in there as well. I clear off the table, then wash my hands. I start to reach for the stereo to turn off the music but you say, "Leave it on, baby. I like music on when we make love." You quickly pull me into your arms, kissing me like there was no tomorrow, your lips moving all over my body as you peel off my lavender cotton sun dress, my white fishnet stockings, my white lace garter belt and my lavender panties. 

You smile when you see that I'm not wearing a bra, my full breasts popping free of the bodice of my dress as you slide the straps of my dress over my shoulders and down my arms to let the dress fall to a lavender pile of cotton at my feet. You leave a trail of kisses from my face down my neck to my lush breasts, taking each hard nipple into your mouth and tenderly caressing it with your lips and tongue, and sucking hungrily on each one in turn. 

You back me up so that my butt is pressed against the kitchen table. You slide your hands down my waist and behind my thighs, then you lift me up so I can sit on the table, leaving my dress in a pile on the floor. 

You pick it up and put it on a chair so you don't step on it and rip it since you know it's my favorite dress to wear around home when I'm doing my chores. You slide your hands up my legs, gently massaging and kneading my calf and thigh muscles as you continue to suck and lick my nipples.

Your fingers slide beneath the straps on my garter belt and you deftly unfasten the straps from my stockings, rolling them down my legs very slowly, tossing the stockings onto the chair with my dress, my garter belt and panties soon following until I am laying on the table naked. 

You stand up and look at me, with love and astonishment in your eyes. I know that you are feeling that you are a very lucky man to have gotten me over all the other men that wanted me to marry them, when I was still a single woman. I smile at you and you lean down and kiss me deeply as your fingers stealthily slip into the wetness between my legs. 

I moan softly as you stroke me and your thumb presses against my love button (that's what you always call my clit when we are making love) and I whisper your name in your ear and ask you to make love to me there on the table. 

You sit up and pull me up then help me off the table. I sit on one of the chairs and unbuckle your belt. I unfasten your pants and push them down to your feet, along with your sexy tiger-striped underwear that I had gotten you for your birthday. 

I smiled when I saw that you were wearing them, and I looked up into your face and said, "Mmmm sexy undies baby!" You smiled as you stepped out of the pants and underwear, then pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. I could feel your cock pulsing against my belly and it made my pussy tingle. 

I broke the kiss and sat on the chair, taking my hands and rubbing them slowly up and down your thighs. My fingertips teased your balls and the base of your cock as my lips pressed light kisses on your stomach, around your belly button and down to your shaft. I teased the tip of it with my tongue, tasting the precum that was there, then I slowly opened my mouth and took in just the tip of it, caressing it with my tongue for a few moments.

My right hand cups and fondles your balls while my left hand starts to stroke your cock in rhythm to my mouth slipping up and down over it. My lips smoothly glide down its length until my nose touches your belly and I increase my sucking pressure a little bit as I move back to the tip. 

I can feel your balls start to tighten in my hand and I know you are close to release so I stop my sucking and stroking. I sit up in the chair and you lean down and kiss me again, tasting your precum on my lush full lips. You break the kiss and help me up on the table again and you sit in the chair where I was. You spread my legs apart and slide your hands up my legs, kneading my muscles gently on my calves, over my knees, to my thighs. 

You slowly spread my legs wide and caress my dampness between my legs. You smile when you see how wet my pussy is and you slip a finger into my wetness and start caressing my clit as you place little kisses on my tummy, slowly working your lips closer and closer to my moist flesh.

I gasp softly as your tongue flicks over my clit, bared by your fingers spreading my lower lips. My hips buck to your face as you make several long slow strokes over my wet skin and I moan, wanting deeper harder pressure down there. 

You know what I want and give it to me as you slide a pair of fingers deep into my vagina, slowly and smoothly moving them in and out of my wet hot hole as your tongue and lips caress my clit in a faster rhythm. My hips lift off the table to meet your hand thrusts and I'm practically begging you for release with the moaning and panting. 

You stand up and take your cock in your hand and rub the head against my clit and pussy, teasing me as you lean down and kiss me deeply, then moving your kisses to my full breasts, taking each nipple into your mouth hungrily. Just as I feel I'm about to explode, you thrust your cock deep into me with one stroke and you just let it set there for a moment to let me adjust to the fullness. 

You make love to me long and slow there on the table, your cock moving in and out, in and out, in and out of my hot wet pussy. Within moments, I feel my love juices flowing out as I reach my climax.

The muscles of my vagina squeeze your cock, coaxing forth your release. I wrap my legs around your waist and pull you into me farther, my hands slide up your arms, over your shoulders and behind your neck as I pull your face to me for another kiss. 

I make the kiss long and deep and I feel your orgasm approach with each pulse of your cock in my pussy and I refuse to let you go yet. Smiling, I moan and whisper your name in your ear and tell you how much I love you and you tell me you love me just as much if not more. Your thrusting increases in speed and within seconds, I feel you shooting your cum deep into my pussy as my muscles tighten around you. 

You pull me up into your arms without removing your cock from my pussy and you hold me tight. I can still feel you pulsing within me and I moan. I rest my head against your shoulder and kiss your sweat-dampened skin, tasting your salty masculinity. I sigh deeply because I am so very happy and in love. I can feel your hands sliding up and down my back tenderly. You slowly pull out of my pussy and kiss me again. You tip my chin up to look at you and ask,"So baby, when's dinner?" and we both start laughing. 

I say, "Well my love, I think we both need to get cleaned up first, then I have to wash the table before I can get supper started for us." You help me down off the table and hand me my clothes, then you pick up your clothes and we both go to the bathroom to shower together. We wash each other and make love again, then wash again before getting out and drying each other off and getting dressed. 

You go into your study to read the news paper and I go in the kitchen to make supper with a big smile on my face and a skip in my step. Half an hour later, supper on the table where we had made love, we sit and eat our dinner and talk about our day before going upstairs to our bedroom and making love again several times during the night. 



Kitchen Duty



It was hot, and humid, when Arthur awoke on Sandy's bed. He was on his stomach, his cock thickly soft and sticky between his legs, and he reached out for Sandy only to find her side of the bed empty. Overhead, the fan was motionless, and no breeze came through the open windows. Arthur sighed, rubbed his eyes, and sat up. He pulled on his boxers and headed downstairs.

"Sandy?" he called as he descended.

"In the kitchen," came the reply.

She was chopping something on the cutting board next to the sink when he entered. Perspiration already spotted her white t-shirt while the hem of her electric blue skirt gently swayed around her ankles. Her elbow moved rhythmically behind the thok-thok-thok of the chopping knife.

When Sandy stopped, Arthur came up behind her and looked over her shoulder, his hands resting gently on her hips.

"Salad? For breakfast?"

"It's nearly lunchtime." She turned her head to kiss him, he leaned in and tasted basil as their tongues intertwined.

"Mmm," Arthur purred while he slid his hands over Sandy's shirt and belly. His cock, already nestling pendulously in the folds of her skirt between her buttocks, thickened as their kiss became more insistent. Sandy tried to turn to face her lover but he pushed her back.

"Stay there, Princess," Arthur murmured as he began hefting and massaging her breasts through the damp cloth of her tee. He worked his fingers around her nipples until Sandy hissed in response. She leaned forward over the vegetables on the board, sweat beading on her face only to drip on the celery pieces. Arthur began pulling her skirt up, up, up over her ass until he could maneuver his hardened tool between her legs. Sandy's pussy was already open and slick with sweat and arousal; it almost panted in time with her mouth. Arthur slid his erection along her ripened labia, she tilted her hips back, and he slid his cock up the heated, writhing tunnel of her cunt.

Arthur clasped her from behind, their bodies joined only at their genitals but otherwise fused by sweat-soaked stretches of cotton. Sandy rolled her ass back at her lover as he thrust forward. Arthur breathed deeply to hold back while one hand worked over Sandy's tits and the other pushed her clit toward his sliding cock. Sandy felt the tingling begin and she shivered despite the heat. Her head hung down over the celery, the Bermuda onion, the tomatoes, the basil, her hair coming undone and falling over her puffing cheeks.

He slid deep into her, working Sandy into a frenzy with strong steady thrusts. His fingers whipped around her vibrating clit and hardened nipples.

"Ah, AH, AH-AH-AH-AH! Ah, Ah, UNNNNH!" Sandy groaned and collapsed forward onto the vegetables. Arthur soaked his cock for a few more thrusts and reached for the olive oil. He slid out of her and added the oil to his slickened member and poured a bit at the top of the crack of her ass.

"Oh, Arthur, reallllly--Ohhh," Sandy groaned as he pushed his knob past the oily pucker of her anus.

"Just hang on a second, sweetness, there's more. Now open wide." And he grabbed the cucumber and began inserting it between the hanging folds of her pussy.

"Oh--my--God--Oh--my--God" was Sandy's response as the great green dildo made its steady, relentless way up her vaginal canal. It was over three inches thick, and as it advanced so did Arthur's dick up her ass. She struggled to relax in the face of being filled as never before, spreading her legs a little wider and letting the twin tools slide deep up her body.

Arthur couldn't believe the feeling either. He was now firmly up Sandy's tight, hot, and well-lubed asshole and right under his cock he could feel the enormous cuke filling Sandy's cunt and pressing against the connective sheath. Wanting to keep Sandy from protesting too much, he resorted to short pokes of his cock while he rotated the cucumber back and forth.

It was enough for Sandy, who began crying a second time from the sensations running up and down her spine, and for Arthur, who began jerking back and forth, gasping as he shot streams of sperm up Sandy's ass.

"Now it's your turn, big boy," said Sandy as she turned, popping Arthur's cock out of her butt and pushing the cucumber out of her cunt. "On your hands and knees." Arthur meekly did as he was told. "To the living room, march!"

When he got there she tied a blindfold on him and went upstairs. 

"Pants down, boy, and make it snappy."

Arthur could hear her vibrator attachment begin to hum and guessed what was coming. He crouched on the rug and waited for her to take his ass. Sure enough, there was the now familiar nudge of the lubed dildo against his anal pucker. She gripped his hips and pushed it slowly in until the slightly softer knob slipped past the ring of muscles. Arthur exhaled with her penetration and then felt the constant pressure as she forced her rod up his rectum.

"Mmm, yeah, boy, take it all," Sandy murmured. When she had driven all the way to the harness around her crotch she leaned over his back, her breasts pressing down on him as she reached under and grabbed his limp prick.

"What, no life here? C'mon, Arthur, get it together."

"I'm shot, Princess, your ass is too much."

Sandy started pulling back and forth on his flaccidity.

"Better not be, because I'm not leaving your asshole until you deliver. Maybe this'll help."

She flipped a switch on the harness and suddenly vibrations ran through the dildo, electrifying Arthur's anus.

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed as Sandy began working the dildo in and out. She pulled until only the humming knob rested on his pucker, and then drove in again. Arthur hung his head, feeling her hands clench his hips and the vibrations come and go deep within him.

"Unnh," he murmured when his lover bent over his back again and started stroking the underside of his cock.

"That's more like it!" Sandy exclaimed as he began to thicken in her hand. She gripped him in earnest and squeezed rhythmically to her thrusts inside him.

"C'mon, boy, give it up," Sandy whispered in his ear. Her own orgasm was coming in small waves and she picked up the tempo. But it wasn't enough; as she jerked and spasmed, Arthur couldn't respond in kind.

"We're gonna do this til you get it right. Come with me!" She stroked his cock with juices from her own dildo-filled cunt and rocked on. 

The lubrication made a difference. As Sandy bounced up against his bottom, the dildo filling him again and again, her slick hand milking his cock, Arthur found himself caught up in her domination.

"Resistance is futile," Sandy whispered between the pants of her approaching climax. Come!"

Arthur finally did, shivering, jerking, small spurts of sperm falling on the floor from his purple-red, glistening tool. Sandy milked his shrinking cock as she shook and wiggled on top of him in yet another orgasm. As it receded, she fell on his back, the vibrator still humming up his ass, their fluids pooling on the floor under their sagging bodies. The house was silent in the heat before Arthur finally raised his head.

"So what's for lunch?" he asked. 



Kitchen Fun



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She knew she should be angry. It was a cruel trick! But at the same time as his fingers busied themselves in her crotch, it was easy to forgive him. He had told her that he was going to punish her ass this afternoon.

So she just expected a nice hard spanking or something easy like that. But after he had blindfolded her and used a belt to fasten her elbows close together and then tied her wrists immobilizing her arms behind her, she heard a kitchen chair being brought out from the table and he ordered her to straddle it and take a seat.

So she did. Ooooooow! The sharp pain she felt as her butt touched the cold seat was surprising to say the least. So as his mouth fastened itself to her nipples and his hands started playing with her pussy, she heard him mumble something about thumbtacks and she realized that was what she felt stuck in her butt.

Really, it wasn't so bad now, with the warmth beginning to spread from her crotch, the pain had receded to a dull ache and she was beginning to pant now that she was moving towards her orgasm. But then, he stopped and she could hear him undressing. She could feel something cold slide up under her cunt and when he flicked it on, she felt the vibrations tease her clit as the vibrator buzzed about.

He had made sure it was firmly in place as he rubbed his penis over her tits and told her to open her mouth to take him.

This was crazy! She couldn't believe that her hips were squirming about trying to get more pleasure from the vibrator even as it caused the tacks to dig in further and hurt more! Well, hurt or not, it all felt good, very good! And she just kept on doing it.

As she started a rhythm going, she knew she wouldn't last much longer, and could hear the wet sounds as he jerked his dick off. Finally, grabbing her hair and ordering her to open her mouth to catch his cum. She felt the first drops as they splattered over her tongue, but when he lowered his aim and she felt the hot sperm hit her tits, she was over the edge then. Okay, maybe it wasn't such a cruel trick after all!

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D's fingers wee trembling as she picked up the phone and punched in the numbers. She knew he had told her he'd be home this morning so she thought he would appreciate the nice surprise.

It had started harmless enough, just surfing the net, reading the stories and looking at the nasty pictures. But of course, she had gotten all wet and horny and needed to satisfy herself. One of the stories in particular had attracted her attention and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try it and share it with her Master.

So she got out her toys and KY and started playing with herself. Eventually, she had worked up to the big one and now had a 2 1/2 inch wide dildo stuffed in her sopping wet cunt.

But the tacks. That was a different matter.

She was scared and yet, wanted to try it and punish her tits with them. So she had used the duct tape and wrapped her tits so they bulged out nice and hard. They were beginning to get dark, but the tips were sooo sensitive now.

She could hear the phone ringing and realized she was holding her breath until she heard his voice. Without preamble, she told him what she had done and that she needed his help.

So his voice told her he greatly appreciated this thoughtful gift for him and to go ahead and move closer to the kitchen table. She slid a bit nearer and then stood up and leaned over.

When he commanded, she didn't think, just laid her body down and felt the sharp points dig into her tits painfully as she continued to stroke her clit and squeeze her cunt around the huge dong buried deep inside of her

It took only seconds to come since she had been priming herself for an hour to do this, but as she heard herself moaning into the phone, she knew that her Master was enjoying the sound of her obedience and that made it all the more pleasurable.



Kitchen Fun



I come home from work a little early. Usually dinner is ready, but you are still cooking when I arrive. You do not hear me enter the house. Playfully, I sneak into the kitchen. As usual, you have changed into your nightgown, so I stand in the doorway unnoticed as I admire how it clings to your curves. Quietly, I slide up behind you, and wrap my arms around your waist as I kiss the side of your neck. Startled at first, you jump, but then relax in my arms. I continue to kiss your neck, up to your ear. 

I whisper to you, "Baby, I've been thinking about you all day."

You smile, and playfully push back against me, as if to push me away. I only hold you tighter. Turning you around to face me, I kiss your lips.

"How was your day, Love," you ask. "I'm glad you're home. Dinner is almost ready."

"I'm glad to be home," I reply, as I return to kissing you. "Dinner can wait a while. I'm hungry for something else."

This time you begin kissing back. I pull you closer, and we embrace. You become more passionate, and I begin to get aroused. I reach down, grab your ass, and pull you tighter, pushing my crotch into yours. My excitement is obvious to you, and you moan onto my mouth. I kiss you harder as I grind my hardening cock into you. I reach into the front of your gown, push my hand inside and cup your breasts. You gasp as I begin squeezing them aggressively, playing with your nipples. They respond to my touch, becoming erect and hard. Oh, how I like that. I begin to pinch and pull on them, rolling them between my fingers. I bite your lip gently as I break our kiss. You whimper as I move away from your mouth. Then I surprise you as I tear open the neck of your gown, exposing your breasts, and lower my mouth to a waiting nipple. Slowly, I lick it with the tip of my tongue. I draw circles around it, then flick it, and finally take it into my mouth, gently sucking it. I feel your knees weaken. Holding you up, I suck a little harder. You let out a long slow moan. I feel you reach down and begin stroking my cock through my pants, getting it harder. I bite your nipple, and pull back on it, dragging my teeth as I let it go. You cry out and squeeze my cock hard.

As you rub my cock, I remove my mouth from your breast, and move my arms from around you. I rip open your gown completely, and begin kissing down your stomach as I do, until I am at the top of your panties. I then reach around to your sides; I grasp the waistband, and pull them off your hips slowly, kissing further down your belly as I do. When your panties are around your ankles, you step out of them. As you do, I nuzzle your pubic mound with my face, inhaling the heady aroma of your arousal. Oh, it excites me so!

Standing, I lift you up and sit you on the countertop. I kneel in front of you. Stopping a moment, I look at how wet your nicely trimmed pussy is. Judy, I cannot wait any longer! I press my face between your thighs, and begin licking your clit. I lick slowly at first, and then increase the pressure and speed of my tongue. Every now and then, I suck it into my mouth. You are so wet now that your juices are running down between your ass cheeks. Writhing your hips on the counter, you moan, calling my name. 

"Oh, Keith, I want you to fuck me now!" 

I pull you down to the floor, turn you around, and push you down over the counter. Quickly I lift your gown, release my throbbing cock from the confines of my pants, and push it into your waiting pussy. Pants around my ankles, I begin thrusting into you. I grab your hips for balance as I push deeper, harder, faster... I reach around with one hand, and play with your clit as I fuck you. That sends you over the edge, and I can tell your orgasm is near. It is not long before you start to cum, your pussy contacting, and I feel my own orgasm nearing. You cry out in ecstasy as I fuck you harder and deeper. My balls are getting tight, ready to unload. I pull you from the counter, turn you around and push you to the floor. Instinctively you kneel, and open your mouth for my cock. Greedily you begin sucking it, and swirling your tongue around it. You pull it out of your mouth long enough to speak quickly.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, Keith!" you cry. "I want to taste it, and swallow every drop!"

That is all it takes! I growl loudly as I begin to shoot streams of semen into your mouth. Moaning with each spasm, I pump my load into your mouth, but it is too much for you to contain, and some dribbles out the side of your mouth. You pull my cock out of your mouth and stroke the last few spurts from it, allowing my semen to fall on your chin and breasts. Then, opening your mouth, you show me my load you are holding there, and as I watch, close your mouth and swallow it with a grin. Collapsing to the floor, I watch as you clean my remaining semen from your chin and chest, scooping it up with a finger, and putting it into your mouth. I reach out, pull you forward, and we collapse on floor, weak, sweaty, and sated...



Kitchen Gang Bang



I was recently married to the loveliest 18 year old girl you could ever wish to meet. Our Honeymoon was one weeks cruise and one weeks stay at a holiday resort. On the cruise we had become friendly with a middle-aged couple. 

The wife was very friendly (they both were) but I suspected that the guy was lusting after my bride. My wife would hear nothing said against them and readily accepted their invite to visit them as their home was only a couple of miles from our holiday hotel. We enjoyed a few days alone at the hotel and then it was time for the proposed visit. The couple phoned us at the hotel and said that they where sorry that they had got their dates mixed up and where going to a party, so wouldn't be at home but we where quite welcome to go with them to the party and they knew that their friends would love to meet us. My wife was as pleased as punch, to be going to a party and to meet new people.

We met up with the couple and they drove us to the lovely big house of their friends. We were made very welcome and introduced to lots of people. It did seem a bit odd that most of the guests were male. I mentioned this and was told that it was because they were mostly business associates.

We got separated and after a while I went in search of my wife. I went from room to room, I eventually found her in the kitchen. I stood at the kitchen door and saw her surrounded by six guys who were all trying to get a feel of her lovely body. She was a bit drunk and either didn't realise or didn't care what was happening to her. She had hands all over her as the men all tried to get a grope of my lovely young bride. 

One guy started kissing her hard on the mouth and as he did 2 guys who were standing either side of my wife, gently eased her top down to reveal her bare breasts. The guy kissing her stood back so that everyone could see her naked loveliness. What surprised me was that she opened her eyes, looked down and saw her tits were on show and instead of trying to cover up; she closed her eyes again, put her head back and sighed deeply.

The guys took this as a 'come on' and 2 guys started to suck on her nipples. Someone said "Get her on the table." She was lifted up and laid on the table, her dress was removed and I got another shock, she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Wow!!" 

"Cor look at that!" 

Were some of the comments that came from the crowd of guys as they beheld my lovely young wife. Suspenders, stockings and high heeled shoes and a shaved pussy. She stretched her arms above her head and spread her legs. The guys needed no further encouragement; one guy got between her legs and eased his big dick into her lovely cunt. Another guy pulled her head to the side and placed his cock at her lips which she immediately opened to let him slide his cock down her throat. I had always thought of her as a shy little thing but here she was being as brazen as any 'fuck slut'.

The guys started fucking her in earnest now, not caring about her, not being gentle; just shagging a slut. She was loving every minute of it, her moans of delight and screams of orgasm could be heard all over the house. This attracted other men at the party to come to the kitchen where they all took a turn at fucking the obliging little whore who was my precious little wife.

20 men had fucked her, at least once each, some had 2 and 3 goes at her. When she was at last left alone, I stood there, looking down at my beautiful little darling, turned slut, she never looked so lovely as she did then. Laying across a kitchen table with sponk in her hair, on her face, dribbling from the corners of her mouth and best of all, seeping from her lovely cunt. She opened her eyes, looked up at me and smiling, said "More" How could I resist, I knelt down and buried my face into her sweet young cunt.

I slurped and sucked for all I was worth on her swollen, hairless cunt lips. She climaxed twice more; then I got between her legs and took my turn at fucking her. I looked up and saw our 'friends' (who had brought us to this party) watching us. 

"I knew she had the makings of a 1st class slut. Why don't you have a turn at fucking her?" said the wife. 

"I couldn't manage it again, I've fucked her twice already." replied the husband.

That was the start of our new slutty way of life, now my sweet little angel can't get enough cock. I often come home to find her fucking the milkman or paperboy. Sometimes in groups. We now advertise for invites to parties, she prefers to be seduced and 'fucked rotten' by strangers. We also go to saunas and sex-cinemas where she can find more men, more cocks to use her, to fuck her, to shag her. She loves it all and I love watching my very own, lovely little slut enjoy herself. 

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Also See my story under name Wife Watcher. 



Kitchen Grope



 "Smack" loudly echoed off the church kitchen walls as he slapped my ass. Not a soft or playful spank but rather a 'I mean business' spank making me take a sharp breath. "Smack" even harder on my other ass cheek. "Ouch! Damn!" I uttered out loud as I leaned forward bracing my hands against the large stainless steel sink preparing for what was to come next. 

I had just stopped him from untucking my shirt from my jeans so that the young preacher's son could check out for himself whether I was wearing full panty hose or just thigh highs. He slipped that question into our causal conversation a few minutes earlier when he told me that the main kitchen fridge was out of order and that 50 lbs of butter had melted earlier today. I ignored his obviously inappropriate question and tried to just talk church business. As I turned around to continue washing the large pans that I had used to cook tomorrow's pulled pork dinner, he had spanked my ass hard. Really hard! He pushed me forward making me grab the sink edge to maintain my balance. He was determined as he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it out of my jeans exposing my lower back and the tops of my patterned nylons. He ran his finger tips along the tops.This guy has a severe nylon fetish. He always checks out what I wear since he knows that I almost always wear them. I love how I look in nylons. It makes me feel sexy even if I am 12 years older than him and I am a happily married mother of three wonderful kids. Happily married. Wonderful husband. Trying to be good. Don't want to cheat or even fool around.

"Stop. Don't!" I tried to stop him from feeling the tops of my nylons but he did not stop. He kept feeling the tops, sliding his plump fingers just inside of the tops a few inches then back and forth and around to my sides. 'Oh God,' it felt so good to be touched but also so wrong. I have to make him stop. "No, no, NO! I have to be good. Stop!" as I said it he moved all the way around to my front and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down just a bit exposing even more nylons. He reached down the front of my nylons and cupped me between my legs. I gasped at his sudden boldness and aggressive actions right out here in the kitchen. I was paranoid about someone coming in and catching us with him touching a married woman's nylon covered crotch. 

"I love that you go commando. Wife still wears panties under hers." He whispered into my ear. Note to self...'Talk to wife on how to be sexier for her man!' 

I reached down and grabbed his wrist to make him remove his hand from inappropriately touching me. I had to hurry as I was getting wetter and quickly approaching the point of losing control. My mind was saying 'no' but my body was responding in a most wonton naughty way. Just as I was successful at removing his hand, I was sure this was over and I was safe, he very quickly slid his free hand up along my stomach and right on top of my bra grabbing my boob very hard. Not good. I love to have my boobs man-handled. I bit my lower lip to try to silence the moan that had escaped from my mouth. God I hope he did not hear that. The last thing I need to do is to give him any sign of encouragement. This is bad, very bad. He started to squeeze and release, squeeze and release. How does he know? I am caving. I can't. I have to be strong. 

He shook his arm free of my grasp and cupped my other breast squeezing both at the same time. "No, no, no. Don't, don't don't." I pleaded but instead of releasing his double grasp, he pushed his groin hard against my pantyhose covered ass. He ground and pushed against me. I could feel just how hard he had become. I had to hold on as he was pushing so forcefully. I wanted to move his hands away but couldn't move my own hands up off of the sink without falling over. He released his grasp. 'Finally! I'm free. This is over.' I thought to myself.

Then just as quickly my hopes of freedom were dashed as he went up under my shirt with both hands slowly moving up my stomach. I held my breath sucking in my stomach for his roving hands. I don't want him to feel my large tummy but on the other hand I do love having it touched, just like he is doing. I am a big ball of contradictions. I know it. I'm a mess. His fingers stopped just under my bra cups then he just lifted them right up and grabbed naked boob flesh. "N, no, noooooooo. Stooooooop. You mustn't, you, you.... Oh God!" I shouted out as he pinched both of my fat, extended nipples at the same time. "Oh, oh, oh!" he twisted them clockwise as he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger. "God, oh God, Oh My God!" I was losing the battle. My body was winning. He was winning. He then pinched them even harder as he twisted both of my hard nipples counter clockwise. "Oh DAMN!" my butt was gyrating back against him and his hardness. I was melting. He knew it. 

He leaned in close and said he wanted to see my feet and my pretty hose. I dropped my shoe. He picked up my foot off the ground, started stroking it while feeling the hose. He stroked up my leg inside of my jeans reaching as far as he could. He turned me around by my foot making me hop on one leg to remain upright. He stroked my foot up and down as he placed it right on the crotch of his pants. I don't know what happened next that made me push my foot into his groin area and search out his hard dick, but I started giving this married man a hose covered foot job right in our church kitchen. I am so bad. I am going to Hell for sure. 

The more he moaned, the more I moved on him with longer strokes and pushing my foot against him even harder. He ran his hands up my legs over my jeans. He was stroking my legs as I was stroking him. He was getting close. I was moaning almost as loudly as he was when all of a sudden we heard the Assembly Hall door open. 

We both froze then scurried to get our clothes back into order. He quickly walked away and back up to his office just as the repairman entered the kitchen, looked quizzically at me and headed over to our non-working fridge. I turned around to finish washing not quite sure what he had seen or if I had put myself back together.

My phone chimed loudly as a new text message came in. 'That was HOTT!'



Kitchen in the Morning



I moved up behind her silently. A single well-timed, fluid movement of my body saw my left hand slip easily beneath the loosely fastened midnight blue of her comfortable old terrycloth robe to cup her unfettered left breast supportively. Even as my fully erect cock nestled itself comfortably in the man-made material covered cleft of her, oh so inviting, ass.

Her Ripley contoured mature body stiffened at the shock of the sheer unexpectedness of the intimate contact. The tiny, near inaudible gasp of surprise which escaped her full lipped mouth quickly gave way to a whisper of suppressed approval as I teased her nipple into aroused life between my gently administering finger and thumb. Despite herself, she responded by unconsciously pushing her lower body back, causing her converted rear to grind insistently against my ready and eager manhood.

"Lyndsey..." She said softly, her tone wavering uncertainly between sudden fear and barely controlled desire.

"Is practically comatose, as usual," I replied reassuringly, even as I slowly bent her compliant body over the antiseptically gleaming kitchen worktop and deftly flipped up the concealing hem of the old worn robe. Exposing the milky white flesh of her nicely rounded buttocks to my ever-appreciating eyes. "Your dear daughter is as sound asleep as the rest of the neighborhood. All that matters is here and now."

"But it's so dangerous..." She protested with ever weakening resolve, as I traced a slow, lingering finger across the already wet lips of her delectable pussy, causing her to shudder lightly and spread her legs to allow me easier access. "Yes it is," I whispered simply into her ear. "Which is why it makes us both too horny to walk away from this now."

I didn't give her a chance to raise any further objections. With the slightest of effort, I slid my thick and ready cock smoothly into the warm and delicious wetness of her waiting pussy. Eyes closed, I silently savoured for a moment the indescribable sensation of being inside her once again. Then, I began to pump. Slowly at first, then with ever increasing vigor, I watched with quiet satisfaction as her body began to move in ever increasing synchronization with my own. The small, animal-like gasps filtering from her mouth combined with the spectacular sight of her ample breasts rubbing roughly across the shining surface of the worktop spurred me on to greater effort.

Her beautiful ass pushing back to meet the steady thrust of my cock and the slap of my balls with increasing abandonment, I said through my own muted grunts of pleasure: "Tell me what you want."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddd...." She hissed through tightly gritted teeth. "I want your cock. I want it in me all the time. Fucking me. Filling my pussy. Goddddddddddddddddd...."

Before another word could be spoken, I withdrew and spun her around to face me. "And now?" I asked directly.

"My ass, baby," she pleaded, even as she sunk to the floor on hands and knees, ass thrust high in a provocatively posed invitation. "Fuck my ass hard. Give me what I need...now, please. I'm begging you!"

I didn't need to be asked twice.

Lowering myself to her level, I rubbed the well-lubricated head of my swollen member across the small and delicate puckered most highly prized entrance to her body. With only a slight grunt of effort, I coxed the engorged length of me into the welcoming confines of her most personal of channels. The feeling was exquisite. Her moans of sexually uninhibited bliss even more so.

"Hard, baby." She crooned with a barely stifled combination of pain and pleasure. "Fuck it hard. Fast. Flood me with your fucking lovely hot cum!!"

I was more than pleased to oblige. Grabbing a handful of her thick head of grey tinged auburn hair in a clawed fist, I proceeded to fuck her wondrous asshole as if these were our final moments of pleasure in a world, which would soon be coming to an untimely end. We fucked for what seemed like hours, but realistically could have been little more than ten or fifteen minutes at most. The stifled sounds of our wordless lust mingling with the impact of our bodies and the sight of her relentlessly fingering her large clit pushed me on to an ever mounting frenzy of wanton ass fucking.

For the most fleeting of moments, I felt as if our illicit coupling could last forever. But the moment passed almost as swiftly as it had arrived. And with a final combined convulsive thrust, I released my milky white load long and deep into her demanding body. Even as I came, her own climax exploded within her, sending tremulous ripples thought her sated body and covering her hand liberally in a sweet clear coating of her own juices. Following a final deep kiss, our first kiss of the entire episode, we disengaged our sweat soaked bodies and silently composed both our night attire and ourselves.

"Goddddd! That was so fucking incredible, baby." She smiled with a girlish playfulness that only enhanced the mature hint of wantonness in her large brown eyes. "No other man has ever come close to satisfying my needs the way you do."

I allowed myself a slight smile and nod of appreciation in return. "That's simply because no other man could ever come close to understanding you the way I do." I said with utter conviction.

"True enough, hon," Was her only answer.

"Yes, true enough, indeed...Mom." I replied as I made my way across to the fridge for my regular moving OJ.



Kitchen Inspirations



Had we ever known the thrill of kitchen attire was the leading cause of intensity between us, it may well have been worn in a different light. With a different air about me as well. Maybe it would rather be worn with a different attitude.

Just spent all of 12 minutes in the kitchen prepping and getting dinner into the skillet. By the time the Port hit the pan for the long-awaited-for sizzle and steam, the cider had been poured into the tall glass and sipped. The trigger was immediate. Thoughts of writing down all the thought won out over calling you to share the visuals.

You would not have been able to re-view the essentials of the conversation had it been an oral version. There was no way for you to stare at the words describing how my nipples were pressing and rubbing along the inside of my chef coat until they hardened. Interestingly enough, the same way I told you about how hard they were, I could also tell you about the nearly perfect circles they formed. Individual symmetric knobs you could squeeze between your lips. Deep red became intense pink when viewed through the pink coat.

Dinner went to simmer on the very lowest heat possible....as I slipped out of the inspirationally stimulating kitchen to find a quiet place before you were set to come. Six swallows of that cider enticed me to start another bottle as soon as the glass was emptied. Good to the last drop, as in some other sweetness we are familiar with, I nearly licked the rim to swallow every drip of intoxicating nectar. We both knew the fun in that! I got to work my tongue and you got to watch - and then watch and feel something more.

As soon as you showed up, you began watching, trying to figure out who else was there, who might I have been entertaining before you arrived. I stayed calm and in pursuit of the bottom of my second glass as you walked around, looking for clues as to another person in the house. 

No scents of men, nothing out of place, no warm dining room chairs, no rumpled seat cushions. You went to the refrigerator for a beer and found one with a ribbon around the neck. Attached to it was a ribbon. Seemed festive enough to you, so you took it. As you walked, the ribbon did not end, even after the door closed behind you. You went back to retrieve the ribbon's tail and to open the bottle.

While I could have been helping you, I chose to sit in the other room, chuckling at the sounds of fumbling and mumbling. Finally, you reached the end of the line. Silence and a smiling "heh" alerted me to your discovery. It took a few minutes for you to return to me in the other room. When you did finally get there, the sight to greet you was an open chef coat, lace thong and a smile. Shoes on the floor in front of me, with my legs folded to one side beside me on the couch. ONly a few red painted toes were visible, but you got the idea...

Approaching me with a sexy grin, I watched all of you up and down to see the flexing with each step, mixed with the hesitation as I peeled one side of my coat off a breast. You began to blush, bringing a lessened smile to my face to keep you comfortable. "what did you find to drink?" I asked to sort of change the subject.

The answer was held high in your hand, as if extending a toast. "yes, here's to that nice package you are now sharing", in reference to the bulge in your pants. blushing intensified. Your face was now as red as my nipples. We each sipped our beverage as you walked towards me, other hand leading the way. 

You found the end of the ribbon! I reached for your extended hand and to bring you to the space beside me. Instead, you stood in front of me for a while, I unfolded one leg, knee in the air, soles of my feet together beside me. YOu stepped closer for your parted shins to press against the front of the couch. Hoping I'd reach to fondle the underside of your still-shrouded balls, I instead swung my upper foot forward to slip my toes beneath them. It was such a different feeling compared to the standard hand job. 

As you looked down your chest, across the cool brew in your hand you admired the way a bare breast was visible, as was a foot on your shaft. You patiently hoped it would soon be freed to feel that bare set of painted toes stroke it. Maybe because the color of my nail polish closely resembled the color of my lips - and a foot feel could mimic the appearance of how your cock feels going behind the lips - Here, you could see what you otherwise only felt and envisioned.

You handed me your drink, asking to hold it for you. I smirked and winked... responding coyly. Instead of acting out my thought, I took your beer and held it. Watching you undress yourself in front of me was a thrill. It was nice to sit back and let you work your magic. Was it in your plan that you filled both my hands while you stripped for me...must have been because my foot could not control itself. Up the inside of your leg until you decided to step back and stop me, it was much fun for us both. I could tell you were by the way you flexed and bobbed your cock in the air. 

It came as a surprise that you let me lift my foot up your leg as far as I did! almost eased it back behind your balls to your ass. Guess we'd be waiting until later for that! Smiling at the way i pulled the ribbon through my lips, you got excited even more about the little gift attached to the end. Looking around, you could not find it from where you stood. Taking the ribbon from my mouth, you reeled it in until reaching a snag in the line.

Now that you were on display for my dining pleasure it was a great time to hand your beer back and reach for the treat. Using my feet between your legs, I hooked my toes behind those sexy muscular legs to pull you closer again. It was all perfect! Where you stood kept you within reaching distance. Circling my arm around your leg brought my hand (with treat) to your ass. Knowing where this was going, you stepped some space between your feet to give me better access.

Groping and grabbing was essential to fitting my hand where it needed to be. For best effect the drinks had to be put down...you helped me along with the parting of your fleshy, lickable cheeks....my moan of a deep mmmmmm found the intensity mount when my lips were placed against your shaft. Your approval had been granted. A grab of your hips guided you to spin around for me. When told to bend, you bent. When told to step back towards me, you stepped.

Never having been in such a compromising position like this, we were both a bit nervous, therefore taking it slow and easy the whole way - buzzing along your rim tickled. The cupping of your balls to make you feel more safe and protected did us both some good. Sucking kisses of each cheek distracted you enough to relax until I could get the perfectly lubed bead strip into you. Slow and steady, one small bead at a time. It was thrilling to watch your ass swallow them one by one. Rubbing all around your ass with massaging and gentle tapping and more massaging settled the nerves as I pulled. One. Bead. At. A. Time. When halfway removed, I began to insert again. When fully inserted, I extended my hand further between your legs, forearm pressing up from beneath your balls for my hand to take the place of yours on your shaft. Gentle stroking up and down with my entire arm combined with your beads for the most intense orgasm. You stood straight up to shoot your joy. I spun you with a grip of your hips and let you finish the jerking and stroking. Watching closely at all my favorite indicators, I gently removed the beads at just that very vein-throbbing moment. I caught some of your sweetness in my mouth as you sprayed across my face and chest. Eventually, the pressure settled and the remaining juice dripped over the rim of your hot swollen tasty head and across your fingers. I licked the last drop which was equally enjoyable as the first.



Kitchen Intermezzo



As I lean against the doorway, I watch Eric prepare this evening's dinner before our four guests arrive. Usually I offer to help, but this time I just want to observe him. 

He looks so sensual when cooking a meal—earthy, passionate, and focused. He seduced me with his culinary skills when we began dating and now I have a conditioned reflex to sounds and smells emanating from the kitchen—both my mouth and pussy drool uncontrollably. 

The air in the kitchen is slightly humid from the steam rising from the simmering pots. The smell of garlic and vegetables sautéing in the skillet overwhelms my senses. With a Brazilian jazz groove playing in the background I samba my way to the counter, swaying my hips to capture his attention. Eyeing a plate of assorted fruit, I pick up an apple slice and bite into it enjoying its crisp, tart taste. 

As I sip the chilled Sauvignon Blanc from my wine glass, decadent images swirl through my mind. I envision my legs wrapped around him as he thrusts my backside against the hot oven range to demonstrate how he stuffs a tender, juicy hen. Steam surrounds us as he plunges himself into me vigorously, banging his hips into the stove and jolting liquid from the bubbling pots.

With this in mind I sashay over to him slowly, where he stands facing the stove. He glances over to me and acknowledges my flirtation with a smile, but his concentration is quickly drawn back to the gurgling pot. He doesn't like to be disturbed while cooking and he senses that it's my intention to distract him from his work. 

"Oooh, I want to taste." I say. I skim my palm across his broad shoulders and then rest it against the center of his back. He dips a spoon into the pungent sauce and then holds it up to my lips. Gazing into his eyes, I open my mouth to accept his offering. "Mmmmm, so delicious," I say, with a purr. "What else can I nibble on?" I ask, pressing my chest against him.

"You'll have to wait for dinner," he insists, as he stirs the glazed vegetables intently. I slide my hand down his spine and tug on the waistband of his trousers. "In front of our guests?" I ask. "That will make interesting dinner conversation." He throws me a stern look in an effort to discourage my mischievous behavior. "Not now, Jenna," he says, firmly. 

Undaunted, my hand slinks down the curve of his ass and in between his meaty thighs. "I can't wait, Eric," I insist, as my fingertips graze his balls. "I need your cock inside me now." He jerks his hips away from me in protest, determined to complete his task. I smile as I notice the bulge growing in the front of his pants, for it discloses his true desire in spite of his objection. 

"Fine, I'll take care of this myself," I reply, feigning acquiescence. I sweep behind him to an adjoining counter where a ceramic jug holds various cooking utensils. I choose his favorite tool, an expensive well-crafted spatula with a ribbed plastic handle and a flat metal edge. 

Pleased with my selection, I stroll over to the spacious counter top behind him, turn myself around and then hop onto it. The hard polished granite feels cool against my bottom and thighs as I slide myself backward. 

I pull my knee-length skirt up to my waist to unveil my bare pussy and then lean back onto my elbows resting against the surface. With my feet flat on the countertop and my knees bent upward, I look down at my legs and view the stunning contrast of my milky white skin against the sleek black granite. 

My fingers stroke the neatly trimmed fur along my lips feeling the slick moisture between them. Unaware of my presence, Eric mixes and stirs his savory dishes while humming to a sultry tune floating overhead. 

As I watch him, I rub the spatula's handle up and down my slick pussy to the beat of the soulful rhythm. I'm mesmerized by the intense pleasure of the ribbed plastic massaging my ample clit and the erotic sound of it sloshing against my wet flesh. 

My eyelids become heavy as I yield to my sensual impulse and drift into a blissful trance. I ease the tip of the rounded handle into my tight, yet receptive cavern. My molten walls hug the contoured rod as it glides in and out of me. Feeling myself edge closer to climax, I slow my pace to sustain my pleasure. 

At the moment I open my eyes, I see Eric turn away from the stove holding a steaming skillet. Noticeably shocked by my brazen self-indulgence, he nearly spills the contents of his saucepan onto the floor. 

His discovery of me sends an electric charge to my pussy. "I'm going to come," I groan. 

He slams the pan onto the stove. "Don't you dare!" He says, as he storms over to me. 

But it's too late. I'm overcome with waves of pleasure swelling deep within me; and his fierce, lustful expression flings me into oblivion. My moans quicken with urgency as I buck against the plunging wand intent on gratifying my wanton appetite. 

Furious with my unruly behavior, he grabs the spatula out of my fist. As my fingers reach down to rub my throbbing clit, he swats my hand with the spatula.

"Stop!" he orders, thwarting my aim. "Place your arms above your head." 

I frown at him for denying me another orgasm, but consent to a submissive pose. 

He glares down at me and shakes his head to convey his dissatisfaction. "This is very bad, Jenna," he says, as he sniffs the handle coated with my fragrant juices. "Treating my prized spatula as your sex toy," he continues, while tapping the flat edge against his hand. "I'm not pleased."

"It surpasses its reputation," I say, with an errant smile.

"Silence!" he shouts, smacking the metal against the counter. "Do not speak," he warns, pointing the spatula at me.

I wince, somewhat agitated yet incredibly turned on by his forceful demeanor. I'm aware that he's enjoying this role, but I'm not certain how far he'll take it.

"You need to be taught some discipline before our guests arrive," he insists. "And I expect your complete obedience," he adds, with a raised brow daring me to challenge him. I affect my best expression of a wayward maiden pleading with her tempestuous lover for mercy.

His eyes scan the length of my body from my legs up to my chest. He stops my nipples spiking against the thin white fabric of my camisole top and sighs with disgust. "Even in submission, your tits reveal your naughtiness," he says. I struggle to remain composed as he scrapes the edge of the spatula against my hard nipples. 

"Pull your shirt up," he orders. I draw up my shirt bunching the material above my jutting breasts and then lay my pale arms back against the dark granite slab. A shiver ripples through my body as I anticipate his next move.

"So swollen," he observes, tapping my plump breasts with the spatula to make them jiggle. "And I haven't begun to punish you yet." My rosy nipples stretch toward him, aching to feel his mouth wrap around them, flicking and tugging at their sensitive tips. 

Instead, he saunters over to the container of utensils. He studies each one, carefully selecting which design will produce the most torment. "It will be a shame for our guests to see you like this, Jenna," he says. "But you've given me no choice." I bite my lip as I watch him walk toward me and then place a few menacing tools next to my feet. 

"Bend your legs up to your chest," he instructs, motioning with a black plastic spatula. I raise my knees against my chest exposing my round bottom and pink glistening pussy to his unblinking eyes. He clears his throat and lifts his gaze to meet mine. 

"You do realize that our guests will be showing up any minute, expecting to be served a meal?" He asks.

I nod my head with a slight grin on my face. It's all he needs to invoke a swift, firm smack against my left butt cheek. 

"Whap!" I hear the glorious sound of the spatula striking my bare skin and feel the invigorating sting that renders me helpless to my lust. 

"How can I prepare dinner when you're fucking my cooking utensils?" He asks, in a raised voice. A clever retort comes to mind, but I refrain from voicing it. 

He detects a glimmer of sarcasm in my eyes. Without hesitation, he strikes my right butt cheek with more force in his swing. I feel a stream of juices dripping from my pussy down my ass. He notices it too.

"Are you enjoying this, Jenna?" He asks, in an accusatory tone. 

I shake my head to convey that I'm not. 

"Speak up!" he commands, slapping my left butt cheek again with the spatula.

"No," I say, firmly, which encourages a smack against my right thigh.

"Your pussy is showing me otherwise," he remarks, staring at my wet, quivering flesh. "Tell me the truth." 

I cast him a defiant look. "I Said NO!" Another slap strikes just below my pussy. I moan from the exhilarating sting. 

"Come on, Jenna, admit it!" He says. 

I stare at him without speaking. He whacks me again; the tip of rubber spatula grazes my pussy lips. I spread my bent legs wider apart to expose more of my cunt to his taunting slaps.

"My wicked nymph," he says. With each strike, he inches closer to my clit. "You like this, don't you?" 

"No," I insist, twitching from the sublime torture. His self-control and mastery of my pleasure pushes me to test my willpower.

"You can't get enough of it," he says, thumping my flushed clit that's budding between my swollen lips.

"Unh," I grunt, shaking my head in protest. My pussy spasms as the rubber paddle swats my sensitized flesh. A familiar dazed look in my eyes suggests an impending climax, which he's intent on hindering. 

"Tell me!" He insists, but does not strike this time. He's going to make me beg for it.

"Nooo," I say. My body is aching for release, but I'm not ready to give in just yet. 

"Say it!" He orders, smacking the spatula hard against the counter.

"Please," I whimper. My bottom lifts up to reach for his hand, betraying my protestations.

He bangs the plastic wand against the surface, each strike louder and landing closer to my body. I writhe and groan from the tantalizing sound, slipping readily into concession.

"Tell me how much you want it!" He says. 

"Yes." I mutter, as I reach my breaking point.

"Louder!" He demands, smacking my ass with a quick stroke.

"Yes," I shout, as he slaps my sopping wet pussy again and again. "I Love It!" 

"That's better," he says, seeming pleased to have conquered my insolence. He examines the spatula shimmering with my juices. "Now what are we going to serve our guests?" He asks.

Nearly undone, my droopy eyes blink open and I remain voiceless as I try to catch my breath.

"Perhaps I should spread you out on the dinner table and invite our guests to feast on you," he suggests.

I peer down my chest at him standing above my parted legs and catch sight of his lascivious gaze. We recently confessed to each other a sexual attraction to our near-to-arrive dinner guests—two globe-trotting couples we've befriended in our Italian language class. 

"Your breasts will make a tasty appetizer to nibble on," he says, as he brushes the spatula's edge against them.

My eyes sparkle and my nipples perk up at his alluring proposition. 

"Do you think your pussy will satisfy their discriminating appetites?" He asks, as he presses my bowed legs further apart to get a better view.

"Yes," I say. "It's delicious." My fluttering clit nods in agreement. 

"Dave and Veronica are partial to exotic dishes," he says. "Shall we allow them the first taste?"

"Mmmm. Yes," I say, moaning at the suggestion of their fluent tongues lapping my pussy. 

"You'll need to be much wetter than this," he insists, while he studies my pussy. "Turn over." 

I roll over onto my stomach and slither down the counter top. His large hands grab my hips and pull me toward him. As I settle into a comfortable position, he slides my skirt above my arched bottom. I look back and notice him pick up a wide, slotted spatula made of metal. With a sigh, l rest my forehead against my crossed arms. 

Without warning he strikes my ass with the spatula, which delivers a penetrating sting to my sensitive flesh. I yelp at the abrupt force of it and then breathe into the tingling sensation.

"Show me how you'll come for them," he commands. 

"Yes, baby," I respond, wiggling my hips. "Harder."

He slaps my tender ass with vigor. "I want to see your juices drip down Veronica's chin," he insists.

"I'll come all over her face," I reply, raising my ass to show him my thighs slick with cream. I hear him unzip his trousers and gasp as he frees his hard, aching cock from the denim barrier. Even he cannot contain his primal response to the rear view of my succulent pussy. 

"Are you hungry, Jenna?" He asks, as his thick cockhead pokes my ass.

"Oh, yes," I groan. "I'm so hungry."

"Whose cock do you want in your mouth?" He asks, with a husky tone in his voice. "Dave's or Peter's?"

"Both." I say, pressing my supple bottom against him. "I want both cocks in my mouth."

"What a doting hostess you are," he replies, swatting my ass. "You want them to come for you, don't you?"

"Yes," I say, engrossed in the fantasy. "I want Peter to come on my tits while Dave shoots his cum down my throat."

His stiff cock bobs between my butt cheeks. "You're such a slut," he responds, slapping my inner thigh. "What else?" 

"I want you to watch Sylvia lick Peter's cum off my tits," I say, enticing him to surrender.

"So naughty," he says. He glides his shaft along my pussy and teases my drooling slit. "Whose cock do you want inside you?" He asks, as his hands latch onto my hips.

"Yours, baby," I say, with my pussy clenching in anticipation. 

"Whose?" He asks, in a raised voice.

"I want Your cock inside me!" I cry out. 

He thrusts his thick, firm cock into my pussy and we both groan from the sudden exhilaration of contact. Before I'm able to take a breath and relax in to his snug fit, he shoves his length deeper inside me. 

"Is this hard enough for you?" He asks, gritting his teeth.

I search my witty reserves for a riposte, but my body forces me to give in to pure desire. "Yes," I confess, as I push myself back against him. "It's so good." 

As a rule, I prefer a more leisurely stride; but right now I want him to drive himself into me with unrestrained voracity.

"Your ass is mine," he says, as he pumps his cock into me from behind.

My pussy trembles at the possessive tempo of his voice and movement. "Show them," I say, panting, "how you fuck me." 

He stabs his cock faster and harder inside me, grunting with each thrust. I ride out the transitory pain in anticipation of the rush of ecstasy that will soon engulf me. 

"So fucking good," he mutters, while his cock plunges deep inside me and his balls slap against my thighs.

I reach my hand down to my anxious clit, where I glide my middle finger in rhythm with my oscillating hips. Our harmonized strokes trigger surges of pleasure deep inside me, hurling my nerves into a euphoric seizure.

"Come for me baby," he says, as if pleading for exoneration.

With those four magnificent words, I release my franticly taut muscles and dissolve into a state of primordial bliss. I hear my guttural moans amplify against the granite countertop as my pussy convulses from my core. His hurried breaths culminate with a roaring groan as his cock jerks inside me and then fills my womb with his warm cum. 

Our tumultuous climax synchronizes with a crescendo of tenor saxophones blaring above and the sound of an overflowing pot hissing on the burner. 

As our bodies calm, his attention is drawn toward the stove. While he turns away to shut off the flame, I shift my body to sit upright on the edge of the counter. The humid air is infused with the heady scent of our sex.

He returns to me and embraces my face with his hands, brushing my disheveled locks away from my eyes. We gaze at each other for a moment with a shared expression of decadent satisfaction.

He leans in and kisses my lips affectionately, anointing my mouth with his sensuous tongue. I slide my hands around his waist and pull him in closer to me. His soft cock brushes honeyed goo against my bare leg, arousing my desire once again. 

"What's for dessert?" I ask, with a dreamy smile.

He snorts at my unfaltering appetite. "Sylvia's bringing dessert," he replies, with a roguish glint in his eyes as he zips up his trousers.

"Mmmm. I hope it's warm and creamy," I respond, as I lean back onto my palms.

With an amused grin, he ambles over to the stove and then resumes preparation of dinner as if he hadn't skipped a beat. I watch him for awhile, and then glance up at the clock. There's just enough time to freshen up before the arrival of our guests.

I hop onto my bare feet and then make my way across the cool tile floor. As I meander by the stove, my hand dispenses a playful swat on to his ass. My bare breasts bounce in sync with each step as I prance out of the kitchen. I feel his stare from behind as my hips sway beneath my misshapen skirt.

The aroma of his sumptuous cuisine trails me from the kitchen, prompting a distinct grumble in my stomach. I hurry my pace to ready myself for our guests and quicken the fulfillment of my hunger. My mouth salivates as I imagine the promise our delicious feast, hopeful that our guests will share a penchant for delectable meats and sweet, creamy morsels.



Kitchen Love



Andy came downstairs after his morning shower and quietly began fixing himself a bowl of cereal. Marissa was already sitting at the kitchen table, eating and working on that day's crossword puzzle. Sitting down, Andy leaned over and kissed his girl friend on the mouth.

"I love you boo," He said softly. He began pouring himself some cereal and Marissa continued working on the puzzle.

After he finished eating he looked up at Marissa with a strange look on his face.

"What's up hon, is something wrong?" Marissa asked.

Andy just stared at her face and then glanced down at her tits. She was wearing a tank top and her favorite pair of jeans which were nearly skin tight and pushed her ass into a tight round ball. Although they had been dating for awhile, they hadn't had sex yet. They had fooled around quite a bit, but Marissa had told him that she wasn't quite ready for intercourse.

"Stand up. Walk over to the counter until you are 3 feet away and bend over so your torso makes a 45 degree angle with your legs. Put your hands on the counter. I want to study your ass this morning before I go to work."

Taken aback, Marissa stared at him, unsure of what to say. Andy stood up and walked around the table until he was standing behind her. He placed his hands on her bare shoulders and rubbed them softly for a few seconds. He rested his fingers on her bra strap and began playing with them absently.

"Do what I said sweetie. I want to get a good look at your ass before I have to leave." Andy said firmly. He didn't say it with any aggression, but he did say it in a way that made it clear he would become a little agitated if she didn't do what he asked. 

Marissa stood up and walked over toward the counter, bent down, and put her hands on the counter. She could feel her cheeks reddening and even felt a little indignant about being ordered around so. Still, there was something about Andy's directness this morning that turned her on. She could feel her chest begin to flush, and as she stood there she felt her legs begin to shake a little bit with excitement.

"Good. Now for some rules. Whatever happens, you cannot move your hands from that counter. If you do, you will get punished appropriately. Also, you will not talk until after we are finished. Nod if you understand."

Marissa nodded and felt her cheeks redden even more. Her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults insider her and her legs began to shake harder. Andy knelt down behind her and firmly grabbed her ass. He squeezed it hard and began moving his hands all around it. He did this for several minutes then stopped. He leaned over and glanced around her body and their eyes met for a moment. He smiled when he saw the look on her face. She quickly looked away, embarrassed that he had seen how turned on she was.

SMACK. The jolt of the sound and the sting of the slap made her jump and a gasp escaped her lungs. Another hard slap, this time on left side of her ass, caused her to gasp again. Andy squeezed it again.

"Please babe, not so hard. That stung!" Marissa said softly.

"I told you Rissa, no talking. I'm going to have to punish you now for that, and I really didn't want to have to do that." Andy said firmly.

Marissa began to turn around but Andy stopped her. He grabbed her around the hips and pushed her forward until she was against the counter. He put a hand on her back and pushed her down until her tits were resting on the counter. He grabbed her by both wrists and put them next to her ass, holding onto the counter. He tapped her hands with his index finger as if to say "Keep them there" and walked over and started going through the drawer next to the porch door. Marissa watched him, but didn't move or say anything. Her legs were shaking with excitement. 

Andy pulled out a gag toy that she had never seen before. It had a ball in the middle that he placed in her mouth and fastened the straps around her head.

"This way, you won't have to worry about talking and getting punished more later babe. See I'm looking out for you!" He chuckled a little and walked over to a different drawer and pulled out a ruler. "Remember, do not move your hands from the counter, or I'll have to punish you more."

He walked back to her with the ruler in hand and placed his left hand on her lower back. Bent over, her tank top didn't cover that part of her back, and she flinched with the touch of his cold hand. Still, she could feel her chest completely flushed because of what was happening. Her nipples were hard and were poking into the hard counter giving her a pleasant sensation. She could feel her pussy was moist and hoped that Andy would fuck her soon. She was more eager for that than at any point in her life that she could remember. 

"Now, this might sting a bit, but I'm only going to do it 5 times. That will be the punishment for breaking the rules I outlined earlier."

With that, he brought the ruler down on her ass. The sting made her hands clench the counter hard. Andy did the 5 slaps quickly and just hard enough to give a sharp sting on both her ass cheeks for a few moments then faded. Andy noticed her vice like grip on the counter, but was pleased that she didn't move her hands at all. 

He walked around the counter until he was facing her and leaned over with his elbows resting on the counter. Looking her in the eyes, he studied her for a few moments. The look she returned told it all. She wanted desperately to get fucked by him and she even let out a little whimper as if to say "Please, fuck me."

"You did very good so far, baby. And I can tell that you want to get fucked and you will soon don't worry."

Andy walked back around until he was behind her. He reached around her hips and unbuckled her pants without saying a word. He unzipped her jeans and carefully slid them down until they were resting at her feet. She was wearing a pink thong and her ass had a light red color from the spanks and ruler. Andy grabbed her ass firmly in his hands and began squeezing it. He stopped and took off his shirt and pants, so that he was standing there only in his boxers. His hard cock bulged against his boxers and although it was tucked up, his head of his cock poked out from the top.

"Reach behind you with your right hand and feel how hard you made my cock." Andy said, again directly and firmly.

With a shaking hand, Marissa reached behind her and felt the large bulge of Andy's cock. She ran her finger tips around the bulge and squeezed it lightly.

"Oh god," She thought to herself. "That huge cock is going to be inside me soon." She wanted it inside her so badly that she could barely take it anymore. She slid her fingers up the bulge of his cock until she felt the bare head. She gasped, the head was soft and felt like it was 150 degrees in her hand. She wondered what it would feel like to have something that hot buried deep inside her. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, she felt like she was going crazy!

"Pull my boxers down so that you can feel the entire length of cock that is going to be inside you."

She grabbed the elastic band and slowly pulled it down to his knees. She hesitated touching him, afraid that she would lose all control of her body when she felt his naked cock. Andy grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to his hard cock. She felt it and ran her fingers up and down the shaft to feel the length. She couldn't believe that something that long and thick would fit inside her. She felt how hard the shaft was, and how soft and hot the head of his cock was in her hand. She moaned again softly and felt drool begin to form at the corner of mouth.

"Put your hand back on the counter now." She did, and grabbed it tightly. She felt her body begin to shake with anticipation. 

She felt something hot and hard touch her ass and realized that he had placed his cock between her asscheeks. He grabbed her ass and pushed them so that his cock was buried part way between her ass cheeks. He started sliding his cock back and forth.

"This is how I'm going to fuck you at first." He said. "But later I'm going to fuck you like this." And he started thrusting his cock furiously.

Marissa couldn't take it anymore and moaned loudly. She said "Fuck my pussy. NOW" through the gag, but all that came out was muffled moans. As if he understood, Andy grabbed her thong and slowly slid it down her legs. Moisture had built up so much, that her thong was soaking and juice had begun running down the side of her thigh.

"Oh fuck." Andy grunted when he noticed. He carefully slid his cock up both sides of her thighs so that the juice from her pussy had gathered on the head of his cock. "Fuck, that is just too much for me right now."

Marissa moaned again. "I need that cock inside me. Now, Andy. Slide that hard cock inside my pussy now." Again, only muffled moans came out. She wanted to cry she wanted the cock inside her so bad, and the frustration at being unable to tell Andy was almost too much for her. 

She felt the unbelievably hot head of his cock pushed up against her pussy and she moaned, loud. Her heart felt like it would bounce out of her chest. She felt her eyes widen until she was sure she looked bug eyed. She moaned, louder and pushed back toward his cock so that it could finally be inside her.

"Whoa now. No moving Marissa." He put a hand on her back and pushed her forward and again placed the head of his cock against her pussy. He began rubbing the head up and down her pussy, and rubbing it against her clit for a few seconds. She moaned, as loud as she could, and gasped. It was too much for her, and she came. Her legs shook violently and her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the counter as hard as she could. Her entire body shook, and juice squirted from her pussy, right onto Andy's awaiting cock. The orgasm was so intense, she thought she was going to pass out. She gasped, and was afraid she wouldn't be able to suck in enough air through her nose. Mid orgasm, she felt the head of Andy's cock go into her.

"No..." she thought. "He can't put it in now. I'll go fucking crazy."

Andy stopped once his head was inside her for a few seconds. Marissa's orgasm continued, violent. She began trying to buck him off, and he grabbed her hips tightly to hold her in place. Then shoved his entire cock inside her. He felt her pussy constrict tightly around his cock as she was orgasming. She squeezed him so tight that it felt like his cock was going to be torn off. Andy moaned, but kept his cock inside. Her pussy kept squeezing and expanding and juice continued to flood around his cock.

Marissa thought the orgasm was going to last forever. The huge hard cock was buried so deep inside her that the sensation was unreal. The orgasm finally subsided after what felt like several minutes, and she whimpered and stopped bucking around in a unsuccessful attempt of ridding herself of the cock inside her.

Andy was still holding onto her hips tightly. And he slowly began sliding his cock out. He stopped when it was half way out and suddenly thrust it harshly back in. Marissa moaned again, and began bucking wildly. Andy was too strong though and held her firmly in place. He slid his cock out again, this time all the way to the head. Then again thrust it quickly all the way back in. Marissa moaned and bucked. Andy noted that she had kept her hands in place the entire time and smiled.

He began fucking her hard. Pulling half way out and thrusting all the way back to his balls in wild succession. Marissa was still bucking and fighting him, but he was strong and held her firmly in place. She moaned wildly and thought she was going to lose her mind. Andy fucked her hard for atleast 10 minutes before she came again.

Again, her pussy squeezed him tightly, but this time Andy continued fucking her violently. Marissa shrieked, and Andy wasn't sure if it was a scream or just a high pitched moan. Her hands remained on the counter though, and he continued fucking her wildly. Her body shook wildly with the orgasm, and with one final thrust, and buried his cock as deep inside her pussy as he could and began jerking violently with his hips.

"Fuck, I'm cumming inside you!" Andy moaned and felt squirt after squirt of warm sticky cum shooting out of his cock. Marissa felt his cock pulsing and throbbing wildly inside her, then felt the cum. She moaned wildly and tried to say "Give me all of it. Spray all of it inside me." She felt each squirt vividly, and felt the cum being sprayed into depths of her pussy she never knew existed. It was so much cum, she couldn't believe it. 

Andy slowly pulled his cock out after both their orgasms had finished, but she still felt the warm sticky cum inside her. Andy lifted her up in his arms and placed her on her back, laying down on the counter. He climbed up ontop of her and kissed her mouth, their tongues gently pressing against eachother. Marissa placed a hand on her stomach where she still felt the cum and sighed.



Kitchen Makeover



I was bored. Initially our kitchen makeover had been fun, I got to take part in the demolition phase and general clean-up. Now though it was mostly skilled workers and they didn't seem to like the home-owner hanging around.

My wife had bailed as soon as they shut off the air conditioning to re-do the duct work, staying at a luxury resort and dropping by only long enough to bitch about the color of this or the position of that. Even though most of the workers didn't speak English I could tell they didn't like it and resented her. Being macho Latinos I could also tell they held me in contempt for letting her ream my ass out for every little problem.

After a while I just stayed back in the rear bedroom we had converted into an office. Computer games got boring and I eventually turned to Internet porn to pass the time.

Actually I was no stranger to the porn, I'm pretty small and had not ever really satisfied my wife, except with my tongue. Like everything else in our marriage she was in charge of our sex life and over the years had been less and less interested in intercourse with me. She still used my oral services from time to time but that's about all. I even suspected that she was not alone in her luxury suite.

After a couple weeks I guess I got careless. They had removed all the doorknobs to paint the doors and I was having a nice wank when one of the workers came to ask a question. I didn't hear him come in and by the time I became aware of his presence it was obvious what I was doing.

He laughed at me and called out to the rest of the crew. I was embarrassed and turned my back to him to cover up but he reached around me and grabbed my wrists. His arms were like steel bands and my wrists hurt as he squeezed them in his huge calloused hands. I could smell his musky sweaty body as he twisted my arms behind my back. This had the effect of forcing my crotch out displaying my still? hard cock. As the rest of the crew came to his summons he turned me to face the door. The cat calls and laughter humiliated me to the core. Strangely though my cock was rock hard, if only four inches in length. I heard words like "pun ta" "poquito" and others I didn't understand but I'm sure weren't complementary.

By now I was crying and begging them to let me go. One reached over and slapped me and told me to shut up. In better English than I expected he told me they were tired of my wife's constant complaining and that what she needed was a "good fucking" and it was obvious why she was so bitchy.

Since I was no good as a man they would use me like a woman! I shuddered and burned with humiliation. Someone reached out and ripped open my shirt, then started to pinch and twist my nipples. I screeched like a girl, they laughed and made fun of my hairless chest. I was shocked to find out all of them spoke and understood English.

Another guy grabbed the sides of my pants and yanked them down around my ankles. The guy holding me from behind shoved me forward and I stumbled, ending up falling forward into the crotch of one of my tormentors.

"I think the little fag wants to suck your cock, Carlos!" someone said. "Look he's still got a hard on!"

I did...I mean I didn't want to suck his cock, but for some reason I was hard.

The one that had been holding me said "Turn him around and give him to me!"

I was spun around to find him sitting in my desk chair with his pants open and about nine inches of hard uncircumsized cock jutting straight up. Someone pushed me forward and I stumbled to my knees right between his spread thighs. My face was only inches from the biggest cock I had ever seen, at least in person. I was frozen in place. I could smell his strong scent and it made my head spin. Could this really be happening?

He reached out and gave me a little slap on the side of my head. "OK, gringo, you know what I want." "Suck it!"

I felt some pressure on the back of my head and slowly moved forward. I was in a trance as my lips touched it. It was burning hot! I jerked my head back like I had touched a hot coal. Whoever was pushing my head cursed and started to cuff me but the guy in the chair grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He shook his head and shifted a little forward in his chair bringing his cock closer to my lips.

"Go ahead, you know you want to" he said. "You have probably done it before." 

I hadn't but suddenly I wanted to now. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his hairy thighs and kissed the tip of his cock. It was still hot and I felt a slight jerk. I licked across the top and felt a big jerk. He moaned. The room was deafeningly quiet but charged with electricity. I reached out with my hand and gently, slowly pulled back his foreskin. The aroma was very pungent as it peeled back to reveal an angry purple head. Now was the time. I leaned forward and took the head in my mouth. I felt his hands on the back of my head and he lunged forward sending about four inches into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could and he groaned. Backing off I pulled off all the way to the head then slowly started back down. This time I got about six inches before it reached the back of my throat. I started to bob up and down each time trying to get a little more in. He had let go of my head when he realized I was willingly sucking him off. I was getting a good rhythm going when he cried out and started to spasm. I think it was the first time I considered what sucking his cock would cause. The first spurt went straight down my throat and I didn't even have to swallow. I started to panic and pull away. He only managed to grab me after I had pulled my mouth off. His huge cock continued to spew all over my face as he held me by my ears. I heard laughter but was blinded by all the cum in my eyes. Finally he stopped cumming and pushed me away. I fell back and managed to get to my hands and knees.

I heard someone say something in Spanish and felt hands pulling me aloft. They carried me into the kitchen and forced me forward across the unfinished island. Still not able to see I felt a big dick at my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in. This was something I could concentrate on and was doing my best to blow him when I felt some tugging at my ankles. They finally just cut my pants off with a utility knife that they made a point of showing me. I looked at it through cum caked eyes not really understanding why they wanted me to see it.

I understood all to soon as I felt hands forcing my legs open and a rough finger force some kind of lube or grease up my ass. I struggled and must have bit down on the guy in my mouth because I soon felt the tip of the utility knife at my throat. That did it for the struggle. I felt what I was sure must be a fence post trying to enter my anus. It hurt! Bad!

Tears were streaming down my face and the guy in my mouth slapped me and told me to get back to work. Hoping that concentrating on giving the best blow job I could would take my mind off my troubles in the rear I put all I had into it. Within minutes he came in my willing mouth. This time I had a chance to taste it. I gagged a little at first but with eight or nine inches of cock pistoning in and out of my ass I figured I had worse problems.

The tears had washed enough cum out of my eyes and I looked around for another cock to suck. I figured I would rather suck than fuck and was actually eager for a new cock. I groaned as a six incher was put before me. Why couldn't HE be the one fucking me? That guy must be hung like a donkey!

Just then I felt the guy bury it in my ass. I could feel the cock pulse as he came. A warm and considering the circumstances, not unpleasant load of cum was deposited deep in my ass. As he pulled out it felt like I was taking a shit, then I felt really empty.

Not for long. Another worker stepped in and started to enter my poor asshole. Either he was more patient and gentle or I was better lubed because it didn't seem to hurt as much. That allowed me to give the one in my mouth more attention. Before long he too was cumming. I was kind of disappointed when he chose to pull out and spray on my face.

By the time the next guy stepped up I was almost enjoying getting fucked. I even started to push back a little to receive it. Soon he too dumped a load in my ass.

This went on for some time. I think everyone had had a blow job and a fuck, some of the cocks were distinctly slimy when I went down on them.

By now I was on my back with my knees up at my shoulders and my head hanging off sucking on the biggest dick there (about ten inches and thick). They were letting me jerk off while someone fucked my ass with a hammer handle. Just as I started cumming I heard my wife screaming. She had walked in to see all that was happening. It must have startled Mr. Big Dick because he pulled away.

I looked up into my wife's eyes. All I could see was contempt. She reached out and grabbed the guy I had been blowing by the cock and brought him forward to my lips. 

"You might as well let him finish!" she said. Then to the guy I was sucking, "I don't care how much you use HIM, just finish my FUCKING KITCHEN!". Then she walked away as he dumped another load in my mouth.



Kitchen Playground



With intent of surprising you I quietly open front door and slip inside. The house is very quiet making it difficult to sneak up on you. Making my way through the house coming to the kitchen door finding you standing in front of the window staring out. Sunlight coming through the window makes your light blue sun dress transparent. Unaware of my presence, I enjoy the pleasure of viewing your voluptuous body exposed by the bright light of the sun.

While watching desire and passion begin to rise. Moving from the door, back around the corner, quickly and quietly remove my clothes. Taking a look around the corner you are still standing in the same spot. Apparently oblivious to my presence, in a trance just staring out the window. Moving quietly across the floor coming from behind you, your first knowledge of my presence is when I lightly kiss your neck. Startled you quickly turn head around and begin to say something, stopping you and signal you to remain quiet and continue staring out the window.

Turning your head back to the window my lips return to your neck, hands begin exploring the luscious body underneath the dress. Lightly kissing your neck, arms reach around and hands gently fill themselves with your breast. Soft but very distinct sounds of pleasure begin to emanate from you giving permission to continue. Hands leave soft breast finding the top of the zipper and slowly unzip your dress. Moving back to your shoulders fingertips push the dress off allowing it to fall to the floor.

Reaching back to touch me expecting to feel clothing, surprised as fingertips touch flesh. You again turn around and begin to speak and once again I stop you. Putting a hand on your mouth, letting you know that no words are needed. Fingers quickly undo your bra letting it fall to the floor. Finishing by sliding panties down shapely legs, letting them join the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Sensual passion takeover as lips forcefully come together, arms tightly wrap around each other. Mouths open and tongues begin dancing as lustful sexual appetite rise to an uncontrollable animalistic hunger. Warmth of naked bodies so tightly intertwined driving us closer to the edge rapturous bliss. Tongues continue their dance deeply probing inside first your mouth than mine. Without releasing the hold of our lips or tight embrace moving across the room to the table. Sliding a chair out of the way and sitting you on the table, bringing our passionate kiss to an end. Pulling away and looking into your face your eyes open. Staring into your gorgeous eyes you smile and release from our embrace. Lying back on the table still smiling and staring up.

Gazing on your naked body lying on the table insatiable lust takeover. Placing hands on your knees spreading your legs apart unveiling your sensual treat. Fingertips, slowly and gently, lightly touching make their way up inner thighs. Moving in a circular motion moving towards the precious prize. Finally reaching their destination, the first finger touches your outer lips. Slipping inside and passed the inner lips lubrication of juices allowing easy access, slipping deep inside then back out. Moving upwards till reaching your clitoris, beginning a slow circular massage.

Becoming very receptive to my touches, I apply more pressure. Uncontrollable sounds of pleasure and ecstasy fill the room. Hips moving in response to my massage. Becoming more and more vocal. Breathing becomes shallow and fast, fingers bringing orgasm closer. Juices visibly flowing, fingers move from your clitoris and slide down slightly and slip effortlessly deep within the vaginal paradise. Sliding in and out, sighs and moans of pleasure now turn to short phrases of oh my god, please don't stop, make me cum. Gasping out the short phrases between breaths, adding a third finger and slipping deep inside, muscles tighten, hips raise meeting each thrust.

Orgasm begins, its arrival announced by a loud, MY GOD I AM CUMING, uncontrollably muscles shaking and quivering as they contract and release. Hips rising to meet each thrust, fingers sinking deep inside. With my other hand two fingers quickly find your clitoris, beginning a circular massage applying increasing pressure. Intense orgasm explodes like electricity passing through your body, muscles tighten, shaking, and gasping breath release a long loud moan of pleasure. Juices liberally flowing, every time muscles tighten more of the sweet fluid comes out.

In a few seconds your first orgasm begins to ease. The smell of sweet and erotic juice fills the air. Filling me with a hunger that has to be feed, to taste, kiss, and drink the sweet honey. Breathing had not completely returned to normal as lips lightly begin kissing around outer lips. I hear quiet moans of approval as oral seduction begins, kissing soft folds of flesh and tasting.

The tip of my tongue slide past outer lips, then the inner. I feel hands as they slide onto the back of my head. My tongue slides up and finds your clitoris, legs spread wider open allowing better access. Hips start moving up and down forcing clitoris against my tongue, hands begin pulling me tighter. Again hearing moans becoming louder as hips begin moving faster. Desiring to taste more my tongue leaves your clitoris finding its way to the vaginal opening. My mouth taking in its reward, tongue slips inside. Hands increase their grasp, hips thrust upward allowing my tongue even deeper access. I can tell by the sounds of breathing an intensity of your moans orgasm was near. Continuing my deep exploration while sweet juices flow freely into my mouth.

Just as the first this orgasm explodes, muscles tighten and begin shaking, legs close tight against the sides of my head. Juices flowing freely into my mouth. Hearing muffled sounds of pleasure and erotic desires being fulfilled. Tongue still deep within enjoying the fruits of my labor. Each time muscles contract more of the exotic fluid flows. Like a hungry man after food I want every drop.

This orgasm begins to subside, hands release their grasp, and legs once again spread apart releasing me. Tongue slides from within I hear a slight sigh of disappointment. Quickly assuring that this is only at the beginning of the game with many more delights and pleasures to come.

With that assurance, placing hands on the top of your thighs, calves over the tops of my arms. Pulling you down the table till your beautiful ass is at the edge of the table. Legs still over the top of my arms leaning forward and bracing on the table with my hands, the tip of my hard firm penis slightly touches the soft folds of warm moist flesh of your vaginal entrance. Looking into your eyes as hips move forward beginning a slow entrance slipping easily inside. feeling the warmth of the well lubricated vaginal cavity. Restraining the urge to just sink deep within and slowly proceed. Your eyes close and moans of approval begin. Inch by inch till finally fully inside, pausing and enjoying the feeling of warmth of the soft moist flesh. After a moment sliding all the way back out, plunging back in without waiting. Repeating three more times before pulling out and standing up. Your eyes quickly open a look of surprise and disappointment on your face.

Taking your hands and helping you to your feet. I sit down on a chair, and smile because I know how much teasing makes you wild but for now it is your turn to please me. Smiling as you kneel between my legs knowing what I want. Fingertips lightly touch and stroke my penis. Intense pleasure cause muscles to contract forcing a generous supply of precum to flow from the tip. Mixing with your own juices that I was already drenched in. Moving your mouth over, quickly lick and swallow the sticky thick fluid. Your tongue starts running up and down the shaft, looking down finding you looking back.

Your tongue stops, placing the tip to your lips, sliding me into your mouth. The ecstasy is too much, muscle again contract shooting a massive amount of precum directly into your mouth. Unable to keep watching my eyes close. Just wanting to enjoy the pleasure you are giving me. Knowing that in a short time it would not be precum that would be shooting into your mouth.

Trying to relax and enjoy knowing that orgasm is just moments away. Instinctively hands find the back of your head, fingers playing with your hair desperately trying to control the urge of pulling down.

Sliding in and out as the incredible feeling of warmth and softness of your mouth sends me into unbelievable realms of erotic pleasures. Would truly like for the feelings to last for hours but I know it will only be minutes more before exploding.

The sensation of teeth lightly scraping along the shaft as you move up and down. Sliding up till teeth catch the bottom rim, tongue swirling around the tip then starting back down. Each time bringing closer the eruption building within. Reaching the top your tongue swirls around than start back down the feeling is more than I can control. Muscles tighten hips raise and hands press down. Quickly sliding deeply in, causing you to choke. Removing hands and grabbing the sides chair making sure not to do that again. 

Slipping my penis completely out of your mouth, and begin light kissing and nibbling around the head sending me into complete bliss. The intense pleasure causing tightening muscles to force out generous amounts of precum flowing from the tip. Warm moist lips envelop the head sucking gently as if getting a drink through a straw. Consuming the clear sticky liquid pumping into your mouth with each spasm of pleasure as orgasm begins. Pleasure intensifying and overwhelming beyond control in seconds no longer would it be precum flowing as orgasm takes over.

Small rush of sperm and semen shoot into your mouth followed quickly by more intense orgasmic explosions pumping large amounts bursting into your mouth with each contraction. Immeasurable pleasure consumes me with each tightening convulsion, gaining in strength. Rhythmic contractions bringing awesome waves of pleasure and sexual ecstasy as the thick fluid rushes out with each one. Climax so intense every muscle tightens shakes and quiver till finally at its maximum then begins to ease. 

Beginning to subside and lose strength still producing contractions delivering small amounts of sperm and semen into your warm moist mouth. Eyes opening and focusing as the head slips from your mouth and you look up. Opening your mouth revealing the thick fluid still there closing and with a smile and a hard swallow to reopen revealing its contents now gone. The lips encircle the tip once more cleaning off the small amount of cum still oozing out from the tip swallow and look up in anticipation of what is coming next.

Standing I take your hands helping you to your feet. Turning around and bending you over placing hands on the table. Hands begin exploring and lightly touching your back starting at the shoulders and working their way down. Moving fingertip slowly lightly touching warm flesh working their way across shoulders down your back immediately signs of desire begin to build within and become apparent. Sighs and slight moans letting me know that you enjoy the sensations of my play and exploration. Leaving shoulders coming to your upper back leaning forward allowing hands to slip over your sides to your breast semi erect penis presses against the cheeks of your round full ass. Hands make their way to cup and squeeze the soft mounds of flesh of your breast. 

Taking them into my hands squeezing and releasing showing approval through the sounds of pleasure becoming more vocal and your hips begin to sway back and forth against me. Nipples becoming firm and erect as I capture them in-between my finger and thumb gently squeezing pulling and rolling them in-between their captors.

Sounds of pleasure becoming louder longer moans as fingers become more aggressive squeezing a little tighter searching for boundary between pleasure and pain. Approaching threshold and letting it known with a subtle change in voice making aware of discomfort. Reducing pressure but still holding nipples prisoner. Showing gratitude by pressing tighter against me with your swaying ass rubbing against me excitement within becomes evident as erection returns. Swinging hips back and forth against fully erect and hard member allows it to slips in between the soft mounds of flesh of your ass. Trapping the shaft in-between as movement changes from back and forth becoming up and down jacking off my penis between your butt cheeks. Arousal level rise as precum begins to flow once again with copious amounts lubricating allowing you to slide up and down on the shaft with your cheeks. With each movement excitement level increases not wanting to cum again so soon I pull away releasing my hold on your nipples hands returning to your back. Lowering yourself on the table to your elbows as hands worked their way down to your waist and stepping back giving them access to your ass. Massaging each side allowing fingers to go as far as the crack at first but with each pass coming closer to exploring what lies in between the mounds of flesh finally fingertips part the flesh and sliding between.

Watching for any signs of disapproval as fingertips explorer between soft cheeks briefly touching their objective there is a slight tightening. Sounds emanating from you are giving me permission to continue. The lubrication of precum still present allowing finger to slide freely in between the fleshy cheeks. Slowly with one finger sliding down slowly between your mounds passing over anal opening surprised as you press hips back against my finger. I follow on down finding your vaginal opening and slide my finger inside covering with sweet lubricating juice moving in and out a few times than back up once again relocating opening. As it touches you press back to again this time it is covered with vaginal lubrication allowing tip to slips inside.

Surprised you pull away only to push back again as the tip slips back in. Audible moans and sighs become more intense as we explore this area. Finger slides slowly in going deeper until fully inside then slowly slipping back out to repeat several times. Excitement and pleasure Is now extremely evident in both of us being the first to explore anal cavity as finger slides out in moves back down and once again find your vaginal entrance this time lubricating two fingers deep within soaking them in your own fluid. Moving back up again and applying pressure to your opening this time with two fingers. Slipping inside and slowly begin their journey into your tight anal cavity, moans become broken phrases of pleasure and warning.

Hearing oh yes, my god, also hear gently please gently, please go slowly, as my fingers find their way deep inside. Once completely inside I begin moving them back out to the tips then slide them back in, relaxing and beginning to enjoying the new feelings. Fingers moving little faster hips moving to meet the thrust your breathing becomes shallow as you begin discovering new forms of ecstasy. Enjoying your new sensations as the other hand finds and plunges two fingers deep inside your warm wet pussy the. Beginning to lose control no longer voicing any warnings but only explanations of the orgasm about to take over. Fingers in your ass and pussy pushing you to the explosion that you want so badly, as my fingers sliding deep into your pussy I add two more making four fingers now sliding very deep inside you and your body is beginning uncontrollably quivering as another orgasm blows up within you.

With a very loud confirmation screaming Yes My God Yes. Increasing speed of both hands, pressing the two fingers deeper and harder into your ass as four fingers slide deep inside your vagina. Now shaking tremendously as extremely strong orgasm now takes over your entire body only able to say oh yes my god yes don't stop.

Eventually orgasm begins to lose its intensity and slowing my pace and removing fingers out of your anal opening, continuing to slide the four inside your extremely wet vaginal paradise. With each thrust forward your body jerks, several times I bring them almost out and then slip them back in, finally sliding them all way out. You collapse on the table as I quickly encourage you to find strength to move to the floor so that I may continue your complete and total seduction.

As I help you from the table and ease to the floor I noticed the insides of your thighs are wet with your juices. Kneeling on the floor at your feet and spread your legs with my hands as I do they bend at the knees and spread wide open. I lean forwards and support myself on my elbows and slowly start licking the inside of your thighs enjoying the taste of the sweet liquid.

Working my way to the fountain from which it flows slowly using my tongue to get every drop. Enjoying the sensation of my tongue sliding along your thighs first one than the other voicing approval lightly saying, oh yes that feels so good please take your time. Finally reaching the top, fingertips spread open your vaginal lips exposing the well lubricated tunnel as well as your clitoris. My tongue slides deep within you and my mouth fills with your taste as a hungry man I quickly swallow.

I move my mouth up slightly to your completely exposed clitoris and with a few quick kisses before I suck it into my mouth. Gently sucking at first but increasing, tongue begins slipping back and forth across it. Your hips began rising and falling in rhythm with my tongue, hearing breathing becoming shallow and the sounds of pleasure once again becoming louder as this orgasm builds quickly and will not take long before it consumes you in sexual ecstasy.

Not being able to stand the escalation of passion and desire within myself just before your orgasm explodes removing my mouth and quickly move up your body and positioning myself for my entrance into the depths of your warm wet vaginal paradise.

Looking into eyes filled with passion, lust and desire. Feeling the tip of my extremely hard member against moist entrance. Instinctively moving my mouth to yours. Lips meet, tongue slides deep into your mouth. Dancing with yours as my hard and erect penis slides deep inside you.

The overwhelming feelings of lust, pleasure, ecstasy, and intense sexual delight take over as without control my hips begin moving sliding me in and out of you. Each thrust in a little stronger than one before. Breaking our lips embrace as orgasm runs through your body so intensely that I can feel your pussy as it contracts around me.

With a loud voice you announce your pleasure I feel your hands grab my back as your fingers scratch and your mouth finds my chest I feel you start to bite and release. I hear you say sorry, as I assure you that I enjoyed the pleasure your mouth returns as the feeling of your teeth biting and fingers stretching only intensify the joy and pleasure.

Your orgasm in full rage mine nearing as I continue sliding in and out of you enjoying every stroke with each thrust trying to go deeper than the one before. Your slick wet vaginal walls contracting and squeezing me as I begin to lose myself in the joyous sexual pleasure of being inside you.

Your orgasm becoming less intense as you stop your biting, wanting to fully enjoy the pleasures of my orgasm I pull out of you and roll over to my back and let you know that I want you to take the top. Struggling you move over and get on top moving back until the tip of my penis is once again at the entrance, bringing yourself to a setting position sliding me deep inside again.

Your hips begin rocking back and forth as the awesome pleasure is almost too much to bare my hands reach for your breast capturing your nipples between my fingers and thumb rolling them in between. Your rocking motion bringing orgasm about to lose myself in the joyous throes of passion, barely notice that you yourself are once again there also.




Kitchen Playground



As the first wave of my orgasm hits every muscle tighten with such intensity raising my shoulders from the floor as a flood of my sperm and semen rush deep inside of you. The next blast even stronger than the first explodes and rips through my body causing muscles to contract and release quickly. I feel my fluid pumping into you with each contraction causing eruptions flooding more into you.

As it begins to weaken noticing that yours also is weakening my shoulders able to return to the floor as you collapse on my chest we lay there and enjoy the feelings and afterglow of our sexual playground also known as the kitchen.



Kitchen Prelude



"I want to taste you, Mia."

I didn't know how to respond to her statement.

As I washed my hands in my kitchen sink, I felt her press up against me from behind. "Stop playin'," I told her with a nervous laugh. It was the only retort that I could come up with. "You play too much, Onyx."

I don't know why everyone called her Onyx. Her mixed heritage gave her the palest complexion. My brother called her a "MexiNegro" because her father was Mexican and her mother was black. 

She moved into my neighborhood when I was 14 and she was 16 and we became close friends shortly thereafter although she was closer to my brother, James. Back then she was just called a Tomboy, but as time went on it became apparent that there was more to it than just her athleticism. By the time that I was 18, she had already caused controversy in several homes by becoming "involved" with some of the neighborhood girls.

She was definitely more than just a tomboy.

I watched from the sideline as she and my brother wooed many of the girls in the hood. Once me and my brother got a place together, he let her move into our den. I didn't really mind because she kept me entertained and paid her share of the bills. I spend quite a few late nights in my bedroom, listening to the sounds that females would make as she or my brother would boldly give them 'da business' in my living room or the den.

But I remained safe and untouched or even flirted with... until that night. I don't know if it was because of the shots of Patron that we had taken... maybe it was the Hypnotiq... I don't know, but she was on me. This was a first!

A part of me wished that James had not passed on the couch after having one shot too many. Another part of me was intrigued by Onyx's unusual attention to me.

"I'm not playing," she said from behind me. "I've been checkin' you out since we were kids," she confessed in my ear.

"Yeah right," I said to her, still unable to make myself move from the sink. "You have never even peeped at me," I told her, turning around to face her. "Why am I so special now?"

"You always have been," she told me. She placed her hands on either side of me, further trapping me between her and the counter top.

As I looked into her eyes, it finally occurred to me why everyone called her Onyx. Her piercing eyes were so dark that you could lose yourself in them. How had I never noticed before?

My breath caught a little bit as I realized that I had just check out my friend... my brother's best friend... 

I can't lie. I've done a little flirting and I've even kissed a girl or two, but never had it ever occurred to me to strike something up with Onyx. And as I stared into her face, I didn't know why it never occurred to me. 

She looked good standing there, towering over me by several inches. Her hair was on point, thanks to my cornrowing skills. Those jet black pupils were beaming at me and I found myself gazing at her chapstick protected lips.

"I saw that," she said, catching me in my investigation of her features. "You wanna kiss me now, don't you? I wanna kiss you too."

At that moment, I wanted to believe her. But this was ONYX! If there was a book that could be written on having mad game, she would be the author. I'd heard her say some real slick shit to chicks before and they'd fall for it every time.

And as I thought about the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in a while, I wondered if I wanted to fall for it too. If only for one night...

But I had to live with this chick and I didn't want things to be odd between us "the morning after". I tried to keep a firm hold on my libido and this blooming curiosity about my friend... my BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND. 

"I need you to stop playing with me, Onyx," I told her with more conviction than I really felt. "Now move."

"Move me," she challenged.

She looked so confident and cocky as she stood before me in her wife-beater and low hanging jeans.

I tried to focus on the gold necklace that she wore, the tattoo on her right arm, the baby hair that laid smoothly around her hairline... anything but those eyes and those damn lips.

"Why can't you look at me now?" she asked. "You've never had that problem before. Is it because you know I will see the truth in your eyes?"

"Stop it," I demanded weakly. "Save your game for your victims," I told her. "I'm not trying to be another victim."

"Is that what you think?" she asked. "You think I'm running game on you?"

"I'm pretty sure," I answered, looking at the clock on the wall behind her. "I know how you are and I know you are just doing all of this because you're buzzin' and you don't have a lady tonight and James is knocked out. Otherwise you wouldn't be paying me all of this attention. I'm not stupid. I don't want to be a victim and I don't want you."

"Oh really?" she said with a cocky half-grin. "Kiss me and prove it. If you don't feel anything, I'll leave you alone."

Surprised, I scoffed at her. "I am not even about to play this game with you," I informed her. "That kind of shit only works in romance novels and movies. Do you think I'm gonna fall in love or some shit after we kiss? Be for real!"

"No," she answered. "But you might get a hell of a nut if you just let go and try me."

I didn't know whether to be offended by her brazenness or turned the fuck on! That half-smile was starting to get to me and I was feeling a little adventurous. But damn. This was STILL Onyx and I still had to see her every day after this. 

But it was just a kiss... right? I'd be able to walk away once it was over. "Fuck it," I told her. "Let's get it over with."

Her smile grew as she descended onto my lips.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't what I got. I didn't plan on her lips being so soft. I didn't expect her to be so gentle at first. She took her time, brushing her lips against mine. She was patient as she waited for me to relax and stop fighting my growing curiosity about her. 

I managed to swallow the first moan that crept to my throat, but I couldn't stop the second one as her tongue slowly snaked its way into my mouth, teasing me at first before she grew more demanding.

My arms were not supposed to find their way around her neck and she wrapped hers around my waist. I was NOT supposed to be enjoying it.

But I was...

I don't know when she had managed to lift me and place me on the countertop. I don't even remember moving, but there I was, on the counter with my legs wrapped around her as we kissed for what seemed like forever.

I'd be lying if I said that she didn't have the kitten throbbing.

As if reading my mind, she pulled away from lips and said, "Let me touch you."

"Right here?" I asked her, my voice growing hoarse from my arousal. What amazed me more was that I didn't immediately deny her request. "We can't," I stammered, though I felt myself adjusting my body so the was able to slide my sweatpants and panties from under me. "What about if James wakes up?"

"He won't," she assured me.

I wanted to be disappointed in myself for how easily I was giving in to her, but as I felt her fingers graze the moisture between my thighs, the last thing that I felt was disappointment in anything. At that moment, nothing had ever felt so fucking right. 

She pulled me closer to the edge of the counter and spread my legs further apart. I couldn't stop a whimper as her finger grazed my clit. 

"You like that huh?" she said, self-assured. "I know."

Her victorious attitude made me want to stop, but the way her fingers were manipulating the cat convinced me that I really didn't want it to end. I tried to control my composure as she slid two fingers inside of me, but I couldn't help it. It had been a while since someone had touched me and I was loving it.

As if they had a life of their own, my hips began to rock in cooperation with her fingers. I bit into her shoulder in efforts to stifle my moans. I heard her quick intake of breath and realized that she like the sensation of me biting her. I smiled to myself even as I moaned into her skin as I felt her fingers continue to dip in to my wetness.

As she fingered ne slow, then fast, I felt her rubbing my clit with her thumb. The feel of it slowly drove me up the wall. My breathing became quicker as I felt myself coming closer and closer to my orgasm. Unable to resist it any more, I cried out as I let it over take me.

She kissed me hastily but thoroughly to quiet my outburst as she continued to dig into the nani, feeling my walls involuntarily pulsate around her fingers. I moaned into her mouth and she began to slow down her activity at my center.

"Shhhh," she whispered against my lips. "Do you really want to wake your brother up?"

I could only shake my head. If James had any idea of what was going on in the kitchen he would've wanted to kill us both.

I was almost sad as she withdrew her hand from between my legs. 

I stared in awe as she ran a finger across her lips and licked them.

My pussy jumped at the sight.

"Oh yes, Mia," she said looking at me with those onyx eyes. "I'm going to have to taste you. Are you ready?"

As I sat there on my kitchen counter, still getting over the first orgasm that she had given me, I wondered if I was...



Kitchen Scarves



When my girlfriend asked me to clear my night and come over for around 8, I was already intrigued. Imagine my surprise when I arrive to find the door open and her in the kitchen, tied to the table in beautifully knotted silk scarfs, wearing only a smile. "Remember the movie?" She asks. 

I bend down to kiss her softly and feel her tense in anticipation as she melts into my lips. Like I was quenching a thirst. I resist touching or tasting anything other than her lips for a moment, knowing if I do touch her in any other spot, I'm almost giving in to her. She wants it too bad. I resist. Soaking in everything with a kiss. Side to side. Lips lock, tongues touch, wetness. I release for only a second, long enough to come back to bite her bottom lip and she moans.

I start at her neck, and kiss a line to her hip, brushing the side of her soft breast, and glance up, to see her eyes rolling back. I want to touch her and go right for her pussy, but at this point; again it's something she's expecting. Instead I grab the inside of her thigh and she tenses again, with pressure against the silk scarves. I start to focus on the scarves and the intricacy of the knots. How did she tie these herself? I start to fixate on it and my kissing slows to a stop and I speak for the first time since I opened the door. "Who tied you up?"

"Glad you finally asked" she says, smiling and from behind me, I hear the pantry door open and out walks her best friend. Naked. She's tall and slim and I've secretly wondered for a while what she would look like without clothing. And just like that, she's in front of me. She smiles, a dirty smile drops to her knees and reaches for my belt, before I can even realize this is happening. I look at my girlfriend for some kind of approval, and get it with a smile and a wink.

Everything is in slow motion. Senses heightened. Sounds amplified. With every strike the tongue of my belt makes on the leather holes, my heart feels like it's beating out of my chest. Anticipation. Belt off, zipper down, her hands on my pants, inching them lower. I'm so hard. She reaches in and takes it out and smiles that dirty smile again and just like that I'm in her mouth.

I had heard that often the act never lives up to the images in your mind, and as a man with a healthy imagination and sex drive, this scenario of my girl and her friend had crossed my mind many times. A young Casanova, confident, almost "Bond" like guy, in one scene or another, played out to perfection, in slow motion, but now this was really happening. Reality is different. All the swagger the man in my imagination had, vanished and in just a that spilt second, I was a piece of malleable clan at the mercy of these beautiful women.

I could not speak. I just arched my back, leaned on the table behind me and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I felt my girlfriend arch HER body, coming into contact with mine and I turned slightly to be able to reach out and touch her. Her nipples where hard, pointing straight up, almost daring me. Calling me.

I moved back, all the while her girlfriend, on her knees moved in unison never losing her focus. Each lick and suck and blow seemed calculated. I could now reach my girlfriend's breast with my lips and as my mouth encircled her nipple, the touch, like a switch opened her eyes. I think I startled her. A moan. More tension on the pretty scarves and I was so excited, I felt like I was ready to cum. On one hand I wanted to, but I also wanted this feeling to last, like in my dreams. So I moved my body and motioned for her to stand up.

I kissed her for what felt like a long time, an almost forbidden kiss. Then I pulled her to the top of the table, where my girlfriend's head was and I took one side, her the other. We continued kissing and as if choreographed in advance, we both start bending down towards my girlfriends awaiting mouth, never losing our connection. When we all meet, all lips locked, and the warmest of wetness followed by another moan.

Then mirroring each other, kiss for kiss, we worked our way from her lips, to her breasts. Up, down, in and out all without difference, locked in tempo, as if keeping time to an imaginary song. I took my right hand and her, her left and tracing from where our lips touched my girlfriend's breasts, down towards her hips and then meeting at her pussy. Her legs opened as far as they could with her knees bent all against the pressure of the silk scarves, pink and red dancing in slow motion. Another moan, louder than all the rest combined. With just that soft touch, an orgasm.

So wet. Wet and wonderful, I want to taste her. I break from our dance of unison, to reposition myself at my girlfriend's feet, with her legs welcomely apart. I bend down and go in with laser focus. Another orgasm is my goal. Starting lightly I feel my way from the top of her pubic line with my tongue crisscrossing her wet lips, stopping only to tease her erect clit. She's ready, and I am too.

Systemically up and down with the right combination of wet and pressure from all parts of anything in contact with those lips. With my tongue spending the most time on her clit. Up and down. I bring my left hand to my face, and using first, 1 finger then 2, I part her lips and insert. Up and in. Repeat. Stop, start and repeat. Not too hard or fast. Systematic.

Looking up, over my girlfriend's arched stomach, I can see that her girlfriend has started to kiss her. First gently, building to faster and more passionate. I'm lost in the sounds and the energy and with my lips can fell her clit getting harder. I've felt this before. I know an orgasm is building again. I don't lose focus or change anything. I let it happen. My fingers start to ache, from the building contractions and the kitchen is again filled with a moan and arms and legs causing tension on pretty silk scarves.

In the afterglow, I always enjoy drawing the release out, coaxing it to hang around for a little longer. Holding it as long as I can. In my mouth, still squeezing the clit with my lips, I never change the position of my fingers, just relaxing ever so slightly the pressure. I am still hard, and can feel my cock from the tip to the base. Every sensation, heightened.

With a smile, I start to move to my girlfriend's head and she motions with her eyes for me to take a position above her with my cock beside her face. Her girlfriend takes up the position I was just in at her feet, repeating the motions with lips, fingers and mouth I was just making. My girlfriend arches her back, and tilts her head back and opens her mouth, with a craving. I indulge her. Moving slowly to the left, my cock is now in her mouth and I close my eyes and drift, once again to ecstasy.

The erotic enigma is the want for the release and the completion, at the cost of the joy in the feeling, while getting there, and I am so close, but I don't want it to end. I hold off. Opening my eyes to soak in the sight of my girlfriend in sheer ecstasy. I see her girlfriend fingering her fast. The sound is in perfect harmony, with her moans matching the sounds of wetness, and the timing of a scream with the tension against the scarves that I recognize as the biggest one yet. Those same muscles contracting, that moments ago, squeezed my fingers, in and out, this time fill the table with streams of warm liquid make the mystical experience on a different level. Soaking the floor and table and her girlfriend, it is all too much to hear and see.

I cum. An explosion. My legs shake and I loose my balance, I have no restraints to support my orgasm. No scarves to catch me. The sights and sounds and wet aftermath of the most magical, ovation worthy concert I have ever seen, and all I can think is, wow this just happened. A fulfilled fantasy. Truly, a dream come true. All with pretty little silk scarves and one magical night in my girlfriends kitchen.



Kitchen Slut



My slut is in the kitchen preparing something for us to eat. I watch as she moves about the kitchen swinging that fine ass about. I feel my cock harden and my mood darken. As she moves in front of the sink with her back to me. I hasten to move quietly towards her. I move up against her and press my body to hers as I place one hand between her legs and her passive, waiting pussy and the other grabbing a fistful of one breast, squeezing it hard. My slut turns her face towards me, striving to reach my lips with hers. I pull my head back out of her reach. Now she knows what is about to happen, it is not just simple playfulness.

I release her breast and now wet pussy, then grab a fistful of hair with one hand and grab her by her sweet ass with the other. I usher her into the bedroom on tippie toes. She gasps and tries to keep her balance. I hurry her along and as we approach the bed I toss her on it harshly. I say, "Get on your back bitch, and get out of those clothes quickly!"

She quickly does so to avoid my ire, throwing her clothes helter skelter. I grab her and pull her crosswise on my bed. I leave her head just hanging over a bit to achieve the right angle. I say, "Stay that way, you nasty slut! I'm going to tie you down for my pleasure." 

She relaxes as I get my ropes. I look hard at her, never smiling. I begin to tie her down, first one wrist to a bedpost adjacent to her, then the other wrist to the far side. Her gorgeous breasts are now exposed and fully accessible for my pleasure. My slut sighs as she waits. I say, "Just shut up bitch, you will get yours most certainly and soon enough."

Now I get my small twine to bind her lovely breasts. I slowly and very methodically bind first one, then the other, pushing them out and making them bulbous and quite red, blood gorged as it were. I pop on a couple of c-clamps to her expanded nipples. I tighten them slowly and allow the pain to rise nicely and sensually. My slut moans. I say, "Does my slut like the pain, smiling evilly."

She moans again. I smack her face lightly and then yank back on her hair hard. She grimaces as I say, "You love it bitch, I know you do!"

Now I tell her to raise her legs over her body towards me. I grab one leg and tie it to the bedpost adjacent to that side and the same one that her wrist is tied to. I do the same thing with the other leg only tying to the other side. I do all this quite intently and methodically. My slut is beginning to anticipate what is to come, but she does not know what that is. Smells of the body begin to fill the air. It is erotic and overpowering. Now she is tied nicely with all holes exposed and fully accessible, her ass high in the air and ready to be pounded as it should be. She is spread-eagle with a wide and tight securing. She moans a bit again. I place a gag in her mouth for an upcoming event. Feeling her anticipation rising, I move to the other side of the bed with a butt plug in hand, a large one. I look at her lying there helpless. Gawd it feels so good. I KY the butt plug good and her asshole too. Then I begin to insert two fingers to begin opening her up. I tell her to relax as I open her and continue making circular movements with my fingers, adding a third and continuing. Finally I insert the plug with one big push. My slut screams as she feels so violated but her scream is muffled by my gag. I feel smug and secure.

Now the preparation is complete. I grab my belt and begin. I whale on her ass hard and she screams almost silently as I work on her sweet ass. She begins to cry hard. But I keep on whaling, evil sadist that I am. I love it so. I stop after a short while and begin now to smack her pussy with my bare hand. She has stopped crying now, begins to moan and writhe a bit, squealing once in a while. I smack her pussy good until it palpitates and swells. Ahh this is nice I think. She is now ready for the best part. I walk back to the side where her head hangs over. I remove the gag and say, "guess what lover?

Now you get the sweet thang down your throat. As my slut works her mouth around loosening up from the gag, I shove my cock deep in her throat making her eyes pop out. I look at her with a knowing grin now. I begin to deep throat her, working my cock slowly and watching my slut struggle to regain control. Soon we have a nice rhythm going and it is pleasant. Suddenly I stop and she almost gags. I bend over her as I put on my latex glove. I KY the glove a bit. I reach toward her swollen pussy. I insert two fingers and begin to make circles with them, opening her up as with her asshole. She senses what is to come. I pull back for a minute, pull my cock out of her mouth and ask, "You know what is coming don't you slut?"

She quickly responds, "You son-of-a bitch!"

I laugh and say, "You know you want this, bitch, so shut up and take what you so fucking well deserve."

Then as she tries to speak again I shove my cock deep in her throat and her words are all garbled. I smile to myself and get back to my work.

I now insert 3 fingers and continue to open her up, occasionally moving my cock back and forth in her sweet mouth. After a good while she is opening nicely and I thrust my cone shaped hand into her vagina. Her body bolts trying to both reject and swallow my fist, but I win. She moans loudly as I make a fist now and begin to fuck her good. She moans and moans and I know she loves it as she cums magnanimously again and again, continuously. I know I am pleasing her now and I do love it so even as I do love hurting her. That is the paradox of me, giver of pain and pleasure. I fuck her good and as she begins to fade I stop and pull out of her. She bolts ever so slightly again as I remove my hand. I pull my cock out of her sweet mouth and ask, "Was it as good for you as it was for me, you sweet slut?"

She gasps, "Better, thank you Sir, I love you so much!"

I sit down beside her head and caress her and brush her matted hair away from her face. She smiles with dazed eyes and lies limp resting.

I get up and walk around a bit, but I am not through. And she does not know it. I leave her lying there a bit to regain some strength for the coup de gras. I watch as her eyes begin to sparkle somewhat again. Then I say, "We are not through slut! I am not at all done with you."

My slut breathes hard and exhales awaiting my next attack on her sweet, soft body. I do love soft, sweet things – to hurt them so good! I move towards her from the rear. I yank the butt plug from her ass and finger her slowly. My slut moans in anticipation of what is to happen next. I shove my cock deep inside her as she grimaces and moans loudly. I begin to fuck her hard and fast. I keep it going till I explode inside her, then relax as I enjoy my release, settling there and resting. I need to go pee now. So I nonchalantly release my very large bladder inside her filling her so full. My slut now aches so bad and moans loudly. I say, "Tough it out bitch, you knew to expect this."

She just moans and I just laugh a bit, sadist that I am. I pull out of her and tell her, "Don't spill a single drop as I untie you and walk you to the bathroom, bitch!".

She knows what will happen if she does. I begin to untie her slowly. She wriggles a bit and moans some more, saying, "Hurry Sir, I may explode."

I laugh again and move a little more quickly. As I release the last rope she hops up quickly and I laugh hard again. I grab her by then hand, c-clamps flopping as I walk her to the bathroom. She sits down and explodes in the toilet. I smile at her as she looks so relieved. And she was, most certainly. I reach my head down and kiss her gently on the lips. She kisses me back and says, "Thank you so much Sir. It really was nice, more than you can know. You will never know how the subbie feels but it is wonderful if you must know. And I love you for making me who I am today."

The End! Happily ever after!



Kitchen Table Fuck



Lake had come in the back. Straight into the kitchen without knocking like it hadn't been two years. She stopped inside the doorframe, hands behind her, easing the creaky screen door to a close without a slap.

"I'm so pissed off at you I could smash every dish you've got."

"That's one way to say hello," Mace replied cautiously.

He was standing at the counter in a pair of jeans and a T shirt - no shoes. She'd picked the hottest night of the year. He'd been pouring bourbon in a glass but stopped when he heard the door.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"You already are. Want a drink?"

"Yeah. Maybe that'd be good."

"You're not gonna pitch the glass, are you?"

"I'm not gonna pitch the glass."

He nodded as if he believed her. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn't, but he got another glass down from the cabinet. He poured into the empty one while she stepped over to the counter and leaned against it. She looked at him sideways. He turned away and got some ice out of the freezer. He dropped a cube into one of the glasses. She picked up the one with the ice and sipped.

Still facing the counter, left hand resting on the edge, he took a light pull off his own and tried to keep his eyes off her.

Tried, anyway.

"You got highlights."

"Since about a year now."

"Nice."

"Thanks."

There was a spate of silence filled with mutual whiskey sipping. She finger brushed hair behind her ear. In a tight, dark blue T shirt and jeans, she had exactly the same, compact profusion of curves Mace had always known. The shirt turned her heavy breasts into a statement of offhand excess. Taking a sidelong glance at the vicious stretch of her V neck under their weight, he lifted his eyes to her face before she caught him gazing, only to realize she already had.

He watched her mouth, hoping she'd say something soon so he could watch her lips move. It was something he'd done back then, before Juna came along. Her mouth had this way of moving around words as if she were kissing them out into the air. Her tongue would move behind them and he would watch until he was hypnotized. He didn't know what to say next, but he needed to see that wet, agile muscle in motion again.

Remember it, Mace, remember it, he thought.

"Two years."

"Not quite."

"Whatever. Might as well be ten," he said. "Why now?"

She paused. Took a breath. Lifted her glass to her mouth and took a long, slow pull, leaning her head back as she drained it, exposing her throat, pushing her collarbones out. Mace's lips remembered the satin brush of that skin like a house remembers a fire.

"Because," she finally replied, setting the glass on the counter between them, "this is the first time since you married my proper, overachieving sister that she's let you out of her sight. Not that I should blame her, I suppose, what with me being the black sheep whore of Babylon and so forth."

Mace couldn't help smiling. "That'll be the day."

"How do you know? You haven't seen me in two years."

"Not quite." He tilted the bottle into her glass again. "More ice?"

She shook her head. "Too much ice and my nipples'll get hard."

He topped off his own glass. "Who'd know, with those bulletproof bras you wear?"

"At least you remember my tits."

"Pretty impossible to forget. But I remember everything, Lake. Everything."

"Interesting."

"How's that?"

"That your memory would be so sharp. Not quite two years, and not so much as an email or text message. You'd think I just dropped off the face of the Earth."

"You did."

"Oh, okay. Thanks for clearing that up. I thought it might've had something to do with marrying my sister."

Mace took a long, cautious pull on his drink. Then he topped it off again. Buying time. He let his breath out slowly, still losing the battle against taking those sidelong glances at her face, the sloping profile of her body.

"Why are we having this conversation?" he finally asked.

"Honestly...I don't know. Not exactly. But what did you think was going to happen? I mean...did you think we were all just going to live happily ever after?"

Mace felt the hair at the base of his skull prickle. He steadied both hands on the counter and took a deep breath.

"So this is how it's gonna be? Just show up like this and get right down to it?"

"Yeah," she nodded. She moved to face him, balling her small fists on the flair of her hips. Her breathing was pronounced, forcing her magnanimous breasts into a distracting see-saw sway. There were shadows of injury in her eyes as they narrowed on him. "This is how it's gonna be."

"Okay," he said, measuring his calm, knocking back the rest of his drink and then refilling it. "So you take off and I figure maybe almost happy is as good as it's ever gonna be. So yeah. Juna was there. Steady. She was the right thing to do. And I figure sooner or later I'd quit pretending it wasn't about her reminding me of you, and she'd be able to quit pretending not to notice. So whatever you came here for..."

He turned to face her, too, as if they were squaring off, but he looked at her face and ran out of gas. Ran out of whatever had been making his bones shudder. She became that pair of melting chocolate eyes that had paralyzed him from the start. Heaving breasts and damp lips that had never left his soul in peace. And her laugh...the way she'd throw back her head and expose her throat.

"...whatever," he finally trailed off, deflated.

"Yeah, well I just stopped by to give you something." She was practically vibrating, beginning to look like she could spit fire.

"There's always the post office."

"This is more of a special delivery item."

Then she cocked back her arm and punched him square in the chest. After, she looked as shocked as he felt. A look of remorse crossed her face while his surprise turned to disbelief, and then to something he couldn't name. Anger mixed with heartbreak and the kind of love that walks you all the way to the river.

Mace hastily grabbed the sides of Lake's V neck and pulled at the material until it started to rip. He pulled it open until she was standing there in the sleeves with her ripe, breath-tossed breasts straining at a pale lavender bra. She was looking back at him with that level of disbelief that almost came off as amused. He was every bit stunned by his actions as she, but everything thickening the air between them started to morph into remembrance. As he watched her eyes narrow and glaze, he knew she had to be thinking of it, too.

"So...it's like that, is it?" Her voice turned husky and her head tilted as she regarded him.

He'd seen that look before, remembering it as clearly as if it had been yesterday. It was taunt and invitation rolled into one, and it made him angry to see it now. Heartbreak and the hunger for payback swarmed in his chest. The need to taste and smell her skin was just as deep as his desire to make her feel sorry.

Without taking his eyes off hers, he reached to fumble open the egg carton he'd left out on the counter. He extracted an egg and held it just above her breasts while he crushed it in his hand, letting the viscous fluid drip over his fingers and onto her chest. He flung the pieces of shell at the sink and rubbed the raw yolk into her skin, over the upper curves of her breasts. She stood and took his gesture almost stoically, except for the hitch and deepening of her breath.

"You just fucking disappeared," he said, reaching for another egg. "And you're just going to do the same thing all over again."

He rubbed more egg over her chest, until her skin was slick and glistening. Then he slid his hand inside one of her bra cups, squeezing the dense, heavy flesh with egg coated fingers.

"Mace..."

Her nipple was growing hard under his palm. He reached for another egg with the other hand and just squashed it onto her chest underneath her collarbone. The hand under the bra cup slipped out and smeared the fresh egg down onto the other breast, sliding under the other cup of her bra. Bits of shell were sticking to her skin, slightly scratchy under his hand.

"I suppose you think that one time we had together was enough to flip my brain over permanently," he told her, his face just shy of breaking into a sneer.

"Mace..."

The other nipple was thickening now, too, and he slipped his hands free and pushed the ruined T shirt over her shoulders. Once the sleeves cleared her hands, the shirt fell to the floor around her feet. He pulled the bra straps down, pulling the cups off her breasts. He fondled and kneaded them with both hands, steadily keeping his eyes on hers.

"And you probably think I don't remember what it was like trying to look at you like this...faces inches apart...trying to keep my eyes on both of yours at the same time..."

"Mace..." She squirmed her hands behind her and flipped open her bra straps. Stained with raw egg, it slipped down her arms and landed on the T shirt.

"...but not being able to because our faces were too close together...and your breath was like this tide of whispers washing across my mouth..."

"...dammit...Mace..."

His fingers sank deeply into the meat of her breasts.

"...or maybe you thought you could just walk in here and slay me with a look..."

He caught her swollen nipples and squeezed. Then again, harder.

"...Mace...no..."

She reached blindly for his crotch, keeping her eyes on his face while her hand cupped over the swelling shape of his cock, her palm dancing. He cracked another egg over her chest and smeared her skin, lacquering her nipples, his hands sliding freely until they reached the waist of her jeans.

Her hand urged his cock to keep growing. He closed his eyes and remembered the way her touch had felt before, but the memory quickly shattered into fine shards of nothingness.

She was touching him now. There had been no time apart. No crossed signals or misunderstanding. Yesterday and today merged. He opened the top of her jeans while she pushed up on his shirt. She lifted as he raised his arms and he tossed it away. He set his hands on her bare torso and looked at her body, exactly as he remembered her, there and alive. He slid his hands over her breasts again, filling his palms with their dense weight. Kneading. Slippery with raw egg.

"Don't put words in my mouth," she said, leaning forward to rub her yolk wet mounds against his body.

"Even if they're true?" He pulled his hands away to feel the full press of her breasts against his body.

She was there. Right there. Where he never imagined her being again. He wanted to throw his arms around her and weep into her hair, but her hands were fumbling at the top of pants. The breath in her throat tasted like the minutes before it rains.

He brought his hands to her neck, angling her face upward. Her hand snuck into his open pants and caressed his aching cock through his briefs. Her fingers traced the shape of his hard shaft and then gripped.

A moment of total paralysis came over everything as he stared at her lips - half moist - half parted to let the air in and out that kept lifting her breasts. In the moment, everything was still but her swaying nipples and hand fumbling into his briefs, curling around the girth of his aching cock.

He brought his lips to hers, just a brush of one soft, damp mouth against another.

"Breathe." Shape of the word on his lips speaking it against hers. "Just. Breathe."

Her lips opened wider and her breath rushed into his mouth while her grip tightened around his cock. He inhaled her and felt everything collapse. His tongue rode into the cavern of her mouth. She leaned into the kiss and gave him the storm he needed to taste.

She started pushing his pants and briefs downward while he clawed at the front of her jeans to get them open, pushing them down past her hips. They separated into a shuffle of pushing everything off and came back up to face each other naked.

Mace kissed her again, pulling her body against him and filling his hands with the taut spheres of her ass. Suddenly he pulled up from the kiss and raised his hand to spank one side.

"You have no right to be angry with me," he growled.

She looked indignant, but her eyes glazed over with a smoky cast. "You're so full of shit."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

He gripped a handful of her hair and led her to the table, bending her over and reaching back toward the counter for another egg. Cradling the egg in his palm, he swung and cracked it over her ass, splats of raw yolk splashing out around his hand.

Lake's breathing went husky and Mace kept smacking eggs onto her ass until they were gone and her cheeks and legs were dripping. He clutched her bare shoulder and ran his hands over her ass and thighs, smearing her skin. When his fingers reached the swollen lips of her pussy she was sodden with egg and the heavy flow of her own nectar. He massaged her slit and ground his cock against her hip, dragging his finger upward along the crease between her cheeks.

He massaged her rim with the pad of his thumb, smearing her slick, and watched her body begin to rock with heaves of breath. The heaves grew deeper when he slid his fingers against her flushed slit at the same time.

"If anyone has call to be angry it's me," he told her, applying more pressure with his thumb while the ends of two fingers explored the very mouth of her pussy. "You took all this away from me. All this...raw, nasty elegance. You subtracted you from the equation of my life."

"You married my fucking sister," she whimpered, her cheek pressed against the table.

He pushed his fingers deeper, pulling his thumb aside as he leaned down to lick up all that raw egg from her rim. He took his time, treating her ass like something he was entitled to, laying a wet, smacking kiss on her rosebud just before rising back up to his full height.

"Denial is a form of punishment," he told her. "And I think you came here to punish me, but I won't have it." He pushed his fingers deeper and swatted her egg coated ass with his free hand. "Let's be perfectly clear. The only one getting punished here tonight is the arrogantly beautiful trespasser who just walked into my house like she belongs here. And she's getting punished with pure, fucking excess. Do you understand?"

Lake whimpered in syllables that sounded vaguely affirmative as Mace slid his straightened fingers in and out of her slick core. He swatted an ass cheek once more with his free hand. Pale scarlet handprints were beginning to appear across the fine, smooth skin of her ass.

"Can't you speak like a normal human being? Fucking tell me you understand."

"I understand."

The syllables sounded spat, like something he'd have to wipe up off the table later on. Keeping a steady glide with his fingers in her pussy, Mace briefly wondered if he should tell her Juna wasn't coming back. He wondered if she already knew. Maybe that was why she'd suddenly appeared now, after all this time.

He didn't want to think about Juna. She'd been a beautiful error in judgment. So, he supposed, had he.

Pulling his soaked fingers from Lake's pussy, he strode to the other end of the table, letting his hard cock bob within inches of her face. He brought his pussy lacquered fingers to his shaft and smeared his flesh with her dew, mixing her up with his own precum as he lathered his cock with his hand.

He watched her eyes as he stroked himself. "This is what you do to me, Lake. What you've always done to me."

There was a barely perceptible movement in her eyes as she followed the seesaw rock of his hand. He was close enough to her face to feel her breath on the head. He wondered if she felt half the desperation in the core of every cell that he felt. Did it feel like there was a stone in her throat turning to liquid and melting down into her body, dripping over her heart? Was everything she knew or felt of him poised on the moment?

He moved his cock to her parting lips and pushed it just inside. Her lips closed while her eyes angled up toward his face, closing just in the moment he could see what was there. Her tongue rolled and she began to suck. It was as if he could feel her hot, wet mouth everywhere on his body at once.

With a deep, desperate breath, he began to rock his cockshaft in and out of her beautiful mouth while reaching for her ass. His hand slid downward between her cheeks to reclaim the heat flushed lips of her pussy. When he fingered her slash she moaned around his cock, rolling her hips against the table.

He could almost delude himself into believing he was giving it to her. Feeding her. Filling her with long strokes of his shaft just shy of her throat. But the truth was that it was the other way around. He was throbbing for her with a need that was turning his bones to liquid.

Mace began to strain against his body's urge to explode and pour cum down her throat. He finally pulled away. She opened her eyes and looked at him again.

"Don't you want to cum in my mouth?" She quickly chewed her bottom lip and arched against the slipping glide of his fingers over her pussy.

"Yes. I do." He moved away and stood behind her, lifting her legs off the floor, urging her further onto the table to roll onto her back. He held her legs up and open just under the crook of her knees. "But I'm not going to. Just yet."

He leaned over and ran his tongue slowly up the furrow of her exposed slit, dragging over her lips and pulling the sweet tang of her nectar into his mouth. His tongue slid up and over her clit. His lips and taste buds ignited with the sense memory of her taste and he wanted more. He licked her again as if he could burn the memory of her flavor into the synapses within his tongue.

"Mace," she moaned weakly. "I'm so...fucking...pissed...at you."

"Fine."

He drove his tongue inside her, swiping as far as he could reach into her opening, sliding a finger inside along with his tongue. Soon he was lapping and sucking hungrily at her swollen clit while his finger took her hole with a driving, upward curl. She slapped his shoulder blades with her feet, and he finally pulled his wet finger free of her pussy and pressed the tip against her asshole. Slight pressure. Taunting her. Slightly more pressure.

He rose up again and watched her face while he carefully slid his finger fully into her ass and held it there. Her eyes hooded over. She was looking at his face as if there were some sign of what was coming next. With the other hand, he slid another finger into her pussy, and instead of fucking her with it, he held it inside to feel her inner core.

The way she gnawed at her bottom lip and clutched at her breasts made his cock pulse hard. He didn't know how much longer he could keep from plunging his shaft deep inside her, but he kept her ass plugged full with his unmoving finger while the other massaged at the honey coated inner surfaces of her body.

"This would've been our house," he told her with the slightest movement of his finger in her ass. Then, gently, he started to massage both her channels at the same time. "Should've been."

"So...pissed...at..."

"We should've eaten hundreds of dinners together on this table by now. Talking total bullshit about whatever day it was." His fingers began a counterpoint motion, slight movement out, slight movement in. "But all you have to feed me here is your pussy and ass."

"You...fucking...married..."

"But I guess it'll just have to do. And later, after you do your famous disappearing act, we can both pretend it's enough."

She was pulling hard on her thickened nipples. Her spine arched once in tandem with a deep, moaning growl and her body flattened against the table again.

Juna wasn't coming back, and she was the reason. They'd never spoken about it. All the time Mace spent staring a thousand yards into the ozone had been discussion enough. Lake had stained his heart. They'd tried, Juna and he, but they had come to learn that when you engage futility long enough, you reach a point where you either embrace the emptiness or cut your losses and bolt.




Kitchen Table Fuck



Juna bolted. Because Mace already had.

His fingers were moving rhythmically now, with longer seesaw strokes in each of her tunnels.

"You're just pissed off at yourself," he told her. His fingers...one went in while the other went out. "Because you fucking bolted. And because I was shithead enough to fuck your sister and pretend we had something."

He finally whipped both fingers free of her body at the same time. Lake heaved a dainty gasp. Then he gripped his cock and rubbed the head over her pussy lips, wetting his dome.

"I wanted it to be. You have no idea." He pushed the blunt head of his cock inside her. "But you...geezus..."

The shaft of his cock was sinking into her sheath. Wet heat gripped at his driving stalk. He pulled back and drove again, deeper this time. And deeper again on the next plunge. He began stroking his shaft in and out of her core with a casual pace, but there was nothing casual about the hot, wet scrape of her exquisite body along the burning cells of his flesh. Her legs encircled him as he drove harder.

"Was I supposed to say I love you?" His hands made a firm glide over her body while he rocked in and out, tracing and kneading at her thighs, hips, breasts.

"Yes," she mewled in reply. "You were."

"Fuck. I love you. I loved you then. Love you now. Loved you every fucking day in between. And if you didn't know that then what are you doing here now?"

"Less talk. More fuck."

Mace groaned and plunged his cock into her harder. Deeper. He wanted to move over her and feel her tongue slide into his mouth, but he was sure the table would collapse, so he fucked her on his feet, his whole body lunging behind his aching cock. When he mashed his thumb over her clit, he could feel the ripples inside her. Remembering. Every. Hot. Cell. Exploding.

He drove into her spasming core with a voracious volley of desperate thrusts, until he was heaving for breath and his brain was spinning with the flood of wet heat flushing around his shank.

Afterward, they disengaged long enough for Mace to sit down and Lake to straddle his lap. He finally kissed her...long, wet and hungry. He held her to him and she burrowed her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

"I see you got a new table," she said a little dreamily.

"Um, actually, it was a wedding present from your mother."

"Okayyyy. You realize we're going to chop it up and burn it in the fireplace first thing in the morning, don't you."

Mace smiled. He could feel the muscles in her face flex as she smiled against his neck.

"Yeah. I know. But then we're going to have to go out for breakfast."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Looks like we're all out of eggs."



Kitchen Wrap



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Copyright Oggbashan July 2005

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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"Wrap this up and put it in the fridge, please John," I asked as I was finishing the preparation for the evening meal.

He opened the correct kitchen drawer, took out the plastic wrap and covered the bowl of new potatoes. Maybe I was winning and John was becoming domesticated at last.

After putting the bowl in the fridge John stood there with the roll of plastic wrap in his hands. He was feeling the texture of the wrap. I looked at him.

"Well?" I asked.

"We've never tried this, have we, Sheila?"

"Tried what? Stop setting riddles. If we are going out this afternoon I need to get on."

"Tried wrapping."

"Wrapping? I use that wrap every day for something, if only to wrap scraps before throwing them away."

"Not that sort of wrapping."

John raised one eyebrow. I knew what he meant.

"No John. We haven't tried that sort of wrapping. Do you want to be wrapped?"

"It might be an interesting experience but I was thinking of wrapping you."

"Oh no you don't! If anyone gets wrapped it won't be me. I might consider wrapping you if you beg nicely but not me. I'm not being wrapped."

I might have saved my breath. John wheedled at me all weekend until eventually I agreed that he could wrap me next Friday evening as long as I wrapped him on Saturday.

On Friday evening we prepared for bed as usual. John still wanted to wrap me. I insisted that I would wear my old bikini underneath. I didn't like the idea of the wrap sticking to my pussy hairs. That bikini has very smooth lines so wouldn't dig into me as the wrap pulled. I should have thrown the bikini away months ago because it has faded and I wouldn't wear it anywhere where I could be seen.

John stood me up by the bed and started at my ankles. I expected the large economy pack of clear kitchen wrap. I was startled when he produced a wide roll of clear tape as well.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"To start and finish with," John replied. "Otherwise the wrap won't stick at the beginning."

"OK," I said, not sure that it was OK. I trust John. He trusts me.

He wound several layers of the wrap around my ankles and then wound the clear tape four or five times. That would take a knife of scissors to remove. Gradually he passed the wrap around me. I must admit I began to enjoy the sensation as he confined my thighs. His hands passed gently over me and I was surprised how loosely he was winding the wrap. I could move my knees and legs except for my ankles, tightly grabbed by the clear tape.

Once he had reached my waist he lowered me to the edge of the bed because I couldn't keep my balance. My hands were already held against my sides and as he reached my elbows I felt that I was reaching the point at which I was helpless to resist. I felt warm and comfortable inside. I had expected to be sweaty inside the plastic. Maybe it was the bikini keeping some areas of skin clear? I didn't know.

John started wrapping across my shoulders diagonally downwards, across under my breasts and back up again. He finished with a few turns just below my neck before reaching for the clear tape. I expected the sealing of the loose end. I didn't expect him to tape right around my body at my elbows, my wrists and my knees. Now I would have to be cut free. There was no way the kitchen wrap could be unwound.

John slid me up the bed until my head was resting on a pillow. He gently lifted my hair away from my face and kissed me.

"Nearly done, Sheila," he said.

"I thought you had finished," I replied.

"Not quite."

He went across the room and picked up the panties I'd taken off when I put the bikini on. 

"Open wide," he said.

"No!"

"Come on, open up," he insisted. "I could pinch your nose until you do."

"You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?"

"OK. But not my panties. I've been at work all day and they smell. If you must gag me use something clean, a silk scarf perhaps..."

"If I do, you won't resist?"

I nodded. I'd pay John back for this. As he went to get a scarf from a drawer I tried to struggle free. I didn't try too hard. It was obvious that I was completely bound and helpless.

John stuffed the scarf into my mouth. I expected him to tie it in place with another scarf. I squeaked as he slapped a length of that wide clear tape over my mouth. I squealed as he added more layers.

"Now we are ready," he said.

Ready for what? I thought. I stopped squealing. Only John could hear me.

He reached under the bed and showed me my hairdryer. Why?

He plugged it in, turned it on and checked the setting against the back of his hand. As he swung it I felt the warm air across my face.

"This is the interesting part of wrap," John said casually. 

He started across my breasts. As the warm air met the wrap it shrank, pulling tight until my nipples stuck out. He moved the dryer around gradually shrinking the wrap over my body. My arms were forced into my sides. I felt as if I was in a strict corset that was being mercilessly laced tighter and tighter.

I could feel myself getting aroused despite my seething anger against John. How dare he do this to me? My anger was soon lost in the sensations produced by the fierce hug. John worked on my thighs and despite my bikini's bottom the wrap thrust it into my pussy like a hand pushing harder and harder.

I was panting through my nose as I felt the waves of my orgasm beginning. I felt as if I was being hugged all over by someone who wouldn't let go until I was completely satisfied. I shut my eyes as I lost myself in the shuddering ecstasy that went on and on as if the hugger was inexhaustible. My body arched as much as it could as the spasms shook me. I tried to thrash on the bed. The result was a feeble wiggle.

I could feel my face turning red from lack of air. I couldn't get enough through my nose as the warm flushes ran through me. John ripped the clear tape off my mouth and pulled the damp scarf out. I gasped and squealed aware that I could now breathe freely and I could let myself surrender to the sensations racking my body.

It was a long time before I was aware that John was cutting the wrap and the clear tape from me. As he pulled the last pieces from my ankles I rolled into his arms and snuggled tight to him. I was asleep before I was fully aware that I was free of that clinging wrap.

The next morning I woke up still wearing the bikini. I was carefully tucked into bed and I could smell breakfast. I sighed, turned over and dozed again until John brought me breakfast in bed.

"Morning," he said brightly. "Slept well?"

"Yes."

"I think you enjoyed being wrapped." He said.

"Mmm."

"It didn't do much for me." John said.

"Was it meant to?"

"I think so. I think I was supposed to feel in total control of you and able to use you as my plaything. It didn't turn out like that, did it?"

"No. I was out of control. I had surrendered control and with that I let myself go."

"I'll say you did, Sheila. I thought you might suffocate when you were snorting so hard through your nose."

"I might have. Wrapping is dangerous."

"I think I had the worst part," John added.

"It was your idea." I retorted.

"Will I feel like that when you wrap me?"

"I don't know what you will feel. That is tonight. Now I want my breakfast, please."

"OK."

As we ate breakfast I started thinking about how I would wrap John tonight. Would I do exactly as he had done, or would I do it differently?

I have a whole day to decide.