“Maggie, my Sweet Girl? Where are you?”, James asks as he descends the stairs in the morning. She usually likes to sleep in or at least wait for James to get up. The fact that she’s up and at it before James is very strange.
Upon entering the kitchen, James discovers what she’s been doing… making a huge mess. There’s water and oats all over the floor and counter. The microwave and cupboard doors are all open. Maggie stands by the table looking proud as can be as she sprinkles all of the spices on a bowl of oatmeal. Despite the kitchen disaster, the gesture warms James’ heart. “Oh Mag, did you make that for me? Thank you! It looks… wonderful.”
James sits down to eat as Maggie watches intently but when he bends his spoon in the breakfast block, Maggie knows the results of her effort fell short. “It’s okay, Mag. It’s just a bit firm. I’m sure it’s delicious.” James breaks off a chunk and tries hard to smile as he chews and chews and chews before swallowing with some difficulty. “Mmmmm.” Maggie chokes up as she tries to take the bowl away. “It’s good”, James assures his Sweet Girl but Maggie snarls at him for patronizing her and tosses the meal -bowl and all- into the trash before running away to hide and cry. James follows her to the bedroom but is met with a flying pillow as he enters. Maybe it’s best if he just leaves her alone for now. “I’m going to work now, Mag. I love you and I’ll see you later.”
Worrying about his Sweet Girl sure makes for a long day but James has a special surprise for her he hopes will cheer her up. After returning home James discovers Maggie has a surprise for him as well, a kitchen filled with smoke. A blackened pizza sits on the stove-top and Maggie sits on the floor defeated with tears streaming down her face. Poor thing. She tried so hard and messed it up again. James sits down beside her and tries to comfort her. “Oh, Maggie. You don’t need to feel bad. Not everyone is good at everything and the things you’re good at, you are REALLY good at them. Very few can run as fast or hide as well as you can. You could be the most wonderful loving creature on the planet. Even if the food didn’t come out as well as you’d have liked, the thought made it very special to me, really.” Maggie looks James in the eye and knows he means every word. James wipes the tears from her cheek and kisses her forehead. “I have something for you. I hope you like it.”
James retrieves his shopping bag and produces two genuine chef uniforms and two ridiculous costume hats. “What do you say, Mag? Do you want to be my sous chef?” Maggie throws herself into James’ arms and kisses his cheek. It’s safe to say she loves this idea. The pair change their outfits right in the middle of the kitchen but Maggie’s is so small in the chest that she can’t button up all the way. James offers to exchange her top but when Maggie sees his eyes ready to pop out of his head like her bust is ready to pop out of her top, she assures James she loves the fit. Despite being completely impractical, James has to admit he loves it too.
Cooking with Maggie’s help is like cooking on hard mode. It’s not that she’s a bad helper; she is very helpful. It’s just that she’s having fun distracting James with lingering looks and touches. She makes lewd gestures with the vegetables and exaggerates her bending and reaching knowing precisely the effect it has on her Greatest Love.
Now that dinner just has to cook, Maggie can have James’ full attention. She put herself between James and the counter and “accidentally” pops a button on her top freeing her from the confines of the ill fitting uniform. James pretends to be unimpressed but Maggie can see the excitement in his eyes and feel it in his pants. Resistance is futile; she will make him react. Maggie first drops her pants and then drops to her knees. She frees James with one hand, stroking him slowly, working his sensitive spot with her thumb while looking him in the eye, daring him to try and stop her. She massages herself with her other hand ensuring she’s ready for when she makes James lose control because she can see that he’s almost there. Bringing her mouth to favorite toy, she works her tongue side to side as she makes her way from base to tip without once breaking the lustful eye-contact that entices more than any physical stimulation ever could. James is about to lose it. All Maggie has to do now is give him the opportunity. She stands and turns to lean on the counter, grinding her rear against her lover. When James take hold of her hips, she knows she has succeeded but instead of plunging deep inside like she expected, James spins her around and throws her over his shoulder to be carried off to bed. Maggie is fine with this. Better than fine, actually. James sets her down and finishes unwrapping his pet before tossing her onto the bed. Maggie thinks she’s so clever, that she can drive James wild with desire, well not today. James is in control now and Maggie is tantalized. James dives for her muff with a gentle tongue while looking with intense eyes. Maggie’s eyes roll back for just a moment before she summons her will and fights back by mashing her breasts together, meeting James’ gaze with a fiery stare of her own. James takes a deep breath. He won’t succumb so easily. He holds Maggie’s hands above her head and kisses her deeply with all that hot tongue action while he teases her through her hood with his free hand. Maggie almost starts to beg. Almost… Instead she wraps her legs around James and wrestles her way on top with surprising strength, grinding against him while gently dragging her nails from James’ chest down to his midsection. And so the dance continues. The lovers go back and forth in this sexy game of chicken to see who is the first to lose their mind. Some time later, once they are both ready to pop, Maggie slips while taking just the tip and ends up engulfing James by accident. In that moment, they’re both blinded by lust and lose their faculties. James grabs Maggie’s hips, pulling her against himself while Maggie involuntarily coordinates. They cum together, absolutely earthshaking, draining the remnants of their thinking minds, leaving them nothing but a pair of exhausted animals, sweaty savage beasts wholly intertwined as if a single organism.
*”BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP”*
“Oh shit!” James and Maggie scramble downstairs to find the kitchen once again filled with smoke. “See, Mag? It can happen to anyone. How about we get a pizza?”
The next morning James wakes up alone. Ruh roh. He braces himself as he enters the kitchen but finds everything in order. Maggie is standing by the table in her chef outfit with a huge smile on her face. As James approaches, she reveals the breakfast she prepared with all her love. A single unpeeled orange on an otherwise empty plate. James picks up his Sweet Girl by her waist and spins her around. “It’s wonderful. I love it.” This makes Maggie very happy.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lb3cs0/the_adventures_of_james_and_his_petgirl_maggie