You walked in to find me angrily measuring dry and wet ingredients while squinting at the recipe on my phone.
“Ugh,” I sighed. “I don’t care to read your life’s story. Just show me the damn recipe!”
“You ok?” you asked, sensing tension and frustration.
I unloaded on you about my workday. About how my team VP stole credit for my new lucrative account lead as his own. About how the nepotism hire in finance needed to correct my invoice request three times before getting it right. It was one of those days where you feel you’re an insignificant cog in an ever-rolling machine.
“Anyway,” I said, returning my attention to the work of meticulously measuring ingredients. “I just want to eat my feelings tonight. Cupcakes and alcohol for dinner.”
“Roger that,” you said, putting your stuff down and kicking off your shoes in your daily routine of shedding into comfort at home.
I strode across the kitchen and bent down to open the lower cabinet, digging for a muffin tin. I was still wearing my business casual work outfit, black pencil skirt that fell just below my knees, hugging the curves of my perky ass, and a red low cut sleeveless camisole that puckered around my tits. My hair was tied up in a messy bun atop my head, pinned in place with a number 2 pencil.
I returned to my batter. Dark brown almost black, viscous and rich, aromatic with cocoa powder, vanilla and a dash of chili powder and cinnamon. I eyed you staring at me out of the corner of my eye. You stood there watching, like a wolf calmly stalking prey, as I portioned raw batter into paper-lined cups.
I used my finger to scrape the sticky batter from the spoon into the cupcake pan, doing my best to meticulously portion them out equally. I placed the muffin tin into the pre-heated oven and shut the door, my finger stained with raw chocolate batter. I looked at you, watching me across the room, as I seductively brought my finger to my mouth, licking slowly and sensually at the batter lingering on my finger. I could see your wry smile crawl across your face as I intentionally made sucking sounds while cleaning my finger with my mouth.
You stood up and made your way over to me in the kitchen, wrapping my body in your arms as your lips met mine. I felt you cup the underside of my ass cheeks, as my feet left the ground and you sat me on the kitchen counter. Your hands kneaded the flesh of my upper thighs as you sucked my bottom lip as our tounges tangled. I felt your hands drift to my knees, then to my shins, making their way under the hem of my pencil skirt. You nudged the fabric upwards, as your hands drifted north on my body until I could feel my fleshy bottom press directly against the cool marble.
I locked my legs around your lower back, pulling you closer to me as I pulled your shirt off over your head. I ran my hands across your clean and firm chest, caressing the grooves of your lean musculature, working my way slowly down. I breathed you in deeply as you pressed your face to mine, and moaned into your mouth as I furiously undid your belt and fly the of your jeans.
Your cock greeted me as I pushed down your pants around your ankles. It stood erect, demanding attention as it poked its way through your boxer briefs. I cupped my hands around it, feeling its warmth throb and fill my hands as you reached to free my breasts from the confines of tight polyester and underwire support.
“Ah,” I moaned, as you pushed me to lie down on the cold marble slab, raising my knees above me. You began kissing the inside of my thigh, starting at my knee and working your way upward. Your teeth found my lacey black panties, pulling them off me with your mouth like a predator discarding the rough skin of its kill.
My fleshy opening, sopping wet with excitement, lay open to you. I moaned yet again in excitement, feeling your tongue part my lips and enter me. Your finger dug into my inner thighs, spreading me wide for your mouth to access the deeper parts of my pussy. I relished your tasteful expertise, licking and sucking the pleasure points of my cunt.
I slid off the countertop and turned around to offer you my ass. I felt for your cock, drawing it out into the open. You pressed it against the crack of my ass, sliding it up and down, teasing the heat of my virgin ass. You lowered your cock down between my legs, bathing it in the moisture of my dripping wet cunt. I pushed myself towards you, urging you inward, expressing my desire for your flesh to fill me.
You pressed my upper back and shoulders down, my boobs squashing against the cool smooth marble. I stood on my tiptoes, skirt hiked up around my waist, as I guided the tip of your cock into my yearning pussy. I could feel the tension of my day ease away as you pumped your way into me like pistons on a combustion engine. Each explosion pushed deeper and deeper into me.
“Yes,” I panted. “I give me that big cock.”
“I love fucking your tight pussy.” you said, reaching around to grab my boobs. You forced an arch in my lower back as you steadied your pounding by grasping tightly to my mounds. “It’s so juicy and wet.”
You panted those words into my ear as I turned to face you. I could smell my musk on your face.
You pressed your lips on mine, forcing me to taste my own lusty sour cocktail as you continued filling me with your cock. My pussy clenched slightly as I could feel myself nearing climax from the length of your shaft hitting and teasing my g-spot.
“Not yet.” You commanded, stopping mid-stroke as you eased yourself onto the floor. “If you want to cum, you have to earn it.”
I straddled you as you lay on your back across the firm tile. I braced my hands on your shoulders, as I eased my pussy onto your saluting member. I eased my hips in a wave-like motion, up and down the entire length of your cock. I enjoyed the feeling of your girth stretching me with each entry.
I began circling my hips faster, rhythmically, striving for deeper penetration with each crash against your cock. I guided one of your hands to my pussy to rub against my clit as I rode your cock up and down. Quickly I could feel myself building again towards climax as I watched you enjoy the stroking of your cock with the fullness of my body.
Your hands grabbed the seat of my ass, immobilizing me in a mid squat, as you planted your feet and began thrusting upwards into me. I moaned with pleasure as your cock pounded the walls of my pussy, delivering the final blow that released my stored tension and frustration.
“I’m going to fucking cum!” I cried as you pounded upwards into me. I felt myself go momentarily limp as a wave of relaxation consumed me.
I took a moment to catch my breath while looking deeply into your eyes. My orgasm began pooling on your belly, dripping onto the floor. I stood up and you followed, and I guided you to lean against the counter. I reached for the bottle of canola oil I had just used for the cupcakes, now baking, and poured a generous dollop across the front of my chest.
I knelt before you, chest glistening from slickness, as I wrapped my boobs around your cock. I pushed them together tightly, pleasuring you with my soft fleshy bosom. Up and down, I guided my full C-cups from the base to the head of your cock. I could feel you approach climax as your breath grew shallower and your body began to tense.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, capping the head of your penis with my lips.
“Fuck,” you exclaimed as the first shot filled my mouth. I swallowed deeply, taking the entire length of your well-endowed shaft into my mouth. Your warm ropes of cum sprayed the back of my throat as I swallowed the entirety of your load. I licked you all over and sucked your head dry as the last drops of cum left your cock, gulping your last traces down.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, resting my head against your thigh.
“Fuck is right,” you replied as we enjoyed a moment of stillness. “I smell something burning. I think you forgot to set a timer.”
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