Tldr; It’s an odd kink but sometimes you luck out. One day you’re just craving for raspberries and whipped cream the next thing you know you’re being pinned against your kitchen’s counter top and being fucked.
Let’s just say he got home before me – texted if I wanted anything to eat beyond dessert to which I replied: I want whipped cream and raspberries! TYVM! YW~ ;P :*:*:*:* And of course he would comply being the nice man that he is and knowing that I’m mostly stressed with day.
Upon arriving home, I took off my shoes and went about depositing the rest of my stuff on the couch. I greeted the cat – who often ignores me anyway – and went straight to the kitchen to find him with the stand mixer, a gallon of heavy whipping cream, and fruit. The place reeked of pot roast and hints of vanilla and lemon here and there.
“What are you making?” something I always say every time I find him fussing about *his domain* to which he’d always reply, “Making dinner.” But this time there was no period in there. And this time he had instructed me to take off my jacket, my shirt, and my dress. Luckily I was wearing my old frilly panties that still fit me (from high school) and an unpadded, lacy bra from La Perla – which I immediately took off because I knew things were going to get messy.
As I reached my destination – him, in just his white v-neck shirt and jeans / kitchen floor covered in plastic wrap – he motioned for me to kneel. With much protest, I eventually did and found him pouring the cream on me. I watched the contents of the jug flow and hit my lips, my chin, and eventually gliding down my breasts.
He instructed that I take off his pants without getting them dirty. I licked off the milky residue from the my fingers, my arms before I indulged him. I buried and nuzzled my face on his crotch first then proceeded to undo his pants. Upon fishing out his cock he made me stop and put some of the whipped cream he’d made on it. “Open your mouth,” he said and so I did. “Open it wide,” he commanded, so I did as he placed his thick throbbing member on my tongue. “Suck,” he commanded – how could I deny him, right?
And what led was a very messy blowjob up until I got impatient and took over the situation. There he found sitting on the counter and crushing the raspberries in between my toes – feeding it to him. There he found himself being teased by having some raspberries mushed in between my breasts without being allowed to eat it off me.
Due to his impatience, I found myself being spanked and penetrated roughly – fucked, if you want to call it that – on the kitchen’s counter top only to orgasm twice or even more with a cream pie at the end.
As I type this I’m sitting at the office, poking at the random pens I own thinking about what’s for dinner. UGH!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5p5y7o/fm_food_for_thought_or_something_like_that_kink
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Amazing story! Love the toes and raspberries bit!