Sunday’s are one of my absolute favorite days of the week. When I am with my Owner, I usually can count on a nice leisurely walk, coffee, and sometimes brunch. Naturally, due to circumstances, our routine has been compromised. He was very sweet to me today, buying me coffee and taking me on a relaxing bicycle ride through the neighborhoods while we chatted and indulged each other. We stopped by the local store and grabbed a few things for brunch since we can no longer dine out.
I could feel myself start to get hangry, so I asked him to make me some eggs. We continued chatting a bit, and as he was frying up our breakfast, I looked at him couldn’t resist:
“May I have a kiss?”
“Sure, Kitten.”
We began make out by the stove. He loves rubbing and kneading my ass. I reminded him that I never wear panties under my yoga pants. I really enjoy when he teases me in public and I can feel myself get wet and creamy in public, so I am sure to wear these tight, sometimes a bit sheer, leggings (secretly, I hope someone will notice my sloppy, desperate pussy in the wild). However, I digress.
We continued to playfully grope and fondle each other. His hands casually found their way beneath the band on my yoga pants and enjoyed my soft, smooth ass. He quickly slipped his hands around the front and gently slid his fingers in, out, and around my clit, occasionally diving in further to enjoy how truly wet and needy I had become.
Naturally, I licked his fingers clean before he flipped the eggs again. My pants were down, and I was not allowed to pull them back up until I was instructed to. He tended to the breakfast and continued about his cooking while I sipped on my bloody mary.
He served me my eggs and informed me I had to wait to eat them. This was an opportune moment for him to plunge his cock inside of me, taking every inch of pussy I could muster as I bent over the counter.
“Do you see how creamy you are? Lick it off.”
I couldn’t let it go to waste, so I licked my cum off of his cock. He was so proud of me today for taking more of his thick, punishing dick into my throat with markedly less gagging. It brings me a lot of joy to be stuffed silly with his cock and feel the head and shaft massaging the back of my throat.
Eventually, I was finally informed that I could eat my eggs; however, I was not allowed to use any silverware. Now, this may seem pretty insignificant to some, but I had never experienced the thrill of eating face first while being pounded incessantly. Concentrating on not getting butter or eggs on my face while being fucked takes a little bit of thought and concentration which is not something that a hungry, shameless cock sleeve typically excels at! Sure, I enjoy choking on cock, but potentially choking on my food could be dangerous. I enjoyed danger and the difficulty equally.
In between his thorough poundings, I got to suck on him with a mouth full of egg. I must say, there is something kind of exquisit about fried eggs and cum. He was pleased with my performance, so I was able take his hot, milky load on my ass. He was kind enough to massage it into my skin afterwards so that passersby could smell the scent of a desperate, temporarily satisfied cum dump.