So, I love cooking. I love all facets of food: making it, eating it, experimenting with it. The only part I don’t like is cleaning up, but even for that, put some Carly Rae Jepsen on for background music and you’ll be fine.
I think cooking is something everyone should do with their partner. First of all, it makes everything much easier to keep track of. It lets you do more complicated, ambitious dishes. It’s a great time for bonding and spending time together. But there are also times where you need to kick someone out of the kitchen and do your own thing.
Which brings us to today’s story.
You may remember my friend Red: tall, rail-thin, deep coppery hair. We had a summer of fun before I ran away to another continent, and what a summer it was. We’d hang out once or twice a week; we’d meet up at one of our places after work, make dinner, and then make love as many times as our bodies would allow.
On this particular day, we were celebrating her birthday and I was determined to blow her mind and make her something delicious. A few stores later, and I showed up to her place with a bag full of ingredients.
Red opened the door with a bounce in her step. She was wearing a floral-print skirt and a loose, frilly top. She’d done her makeup nicely. Her ginger hair was twisted into one long braid that hung over her shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat.
“What’re we making?” she asked, following me into the kitchen.
“It’s a surprise,” I said, “which means you need to leave me alone.”
Red pouted off to the other room and I got to work. Slicing, prepping, frying, all that jazz. It was a meal with many parts, and I wanted to prepare them all for her. Red tried sneaking into the kitchen a few times, but I always shooed her away. That is, until I was busy concentrating on the frying pan and I was surprised by her arms gently reaching around me.
“Everything smells delicious” Red purred in my ear. Her voice was low, husky. One hand laid across my chest; the other was considerably lower. “What’re you making me?”
“We’re having halloumi bowls,” I replied.
“What’s that?” Red asked, moving around me, fiddling with my belt. “Can you describe it to me?”
“Ummm, yeah,” I answered, Red sliding down my body as I described the food. “So, it’s kale with a balsamic reduction, roasted carrots tossed in oil and zaatar, and, ummm, Red?”
“Mhhmm?” came the reply from below me, her mouth full.
“I’m trying to concentrate here.”
She looked up at me with her big doe brown eyes and took my cock out of her mouth to answer. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, not really,” I replied.
“Good,” she said. “Keep going.” And she started sucking on me again.
“Alright, so there’s the kale, the carrots, we also have pearl couscous – ah – and then there’s the halloumi. Have you ever had halloumi?”
“Mm-mm.”
“It’s a frying cheese – it’s really nice and salty. Fuck, Red, I’m trying not to burn anything!”
“I want you to give me something nice and salty,” Red said.
Any other time I would roll my eyes at such a terrible line. But you can put up with a lot when you’re having your dick sucked.
“Well, dinner is almost ready, and then –“
“I want it now.”
“But dinner – “
“It’s my birthday.”
“Your birthday was three days ago.”
*“It’s my birthday.”*
*Can’t argue with that.*
I turned off the burners, just to be safe and looked down at her. “Alright, what would you like for your birthday, then?”
“I want you to fuck my mouth, sir,” Red replied, staring into my soul. Her hands slowly kept stroking me, keeping me excited. “I want your cum on my tongue.”
“Open wide, then,” I said. She followed my instructions, her mouth hanging open, begging me with her eyes, tongue half-out of her mouth. I put one hand on the back of her head and drew her into me, and let her take me in her mouth.
This time, though, I took control. My hands positioned under her braid, pulling her head lower onto my cock, hips bucking just a little. Her mouth was warm and wet around me, I could feel her tongue moving around the size of my dick.
But I wanted more. So with each time I pulled her in, I pulled her lower, and lower, shoving more and more of my cock into her delicate little mouth. Red’s eyes gazed up at me, maintaining eye contact, watering, her mascara starting to run.
*I knew she had waterproof mascara – but she clearly didn’t use it today. She wanted me to make her into a mess.*
“I love fucking your mouth,” I grunted. I looked and saw one of Red’s hands down between her legs, hard at work. “Does this get you off? Do you like it when I use you?”
“Mhhmm” she answered.
I released her. “Full sentences please, Red. Do you like it when I use you?”
“Yes, sir. I like it when you use me.”
“Good girl,” I replied, and thrust back into her. This time I pushed further than I had ever before – today or any other time. I felt her resist and then let go, surrendering completely to my will.
I held her down against me, her nose almost to my abdomen, and I could feel her gagging around me. I could see spit spill out of her mouth and fall down her chin.
“If you’re going to interrupt me when I’m trying to do something nice for you,” I said coolly, “you are going to get what you deserve.”
*I sounded Imperial – but my knees were shaking from pleasure. I wanted her as much as she wanted me, and I think she knew it.*
I was waiting for her to tap out, to signal that she needed a break, but she never did.
I was impressed.
“You really like this don’t you?” I asked her. “Are you a little cocksucking slut?”
I released her again and she sprung back. Her braid was frayed and coming undone, her mascara a mess, her lipstick rubbed away. “Yes, sir,” she gasped. I looked at her expectantly and she continued. “Yes, sir. I like being your little cocksucking slut.”
I took my hands away – a reward of agency for good behaviour. “Show me, then.”
She dove back on my dick, not shoving it nearly as deep but working it with her lips, her tongue, her hands.
“I want to cum in your pretty little mouth,” I said.
“Yes sir.”
“Make me cum,” I commanded. And she did. She went into overdrive and I felt the cum coming quickly. I groaned as I unloaded into Red’s mouth, holding her head in place to make sure she didn’t miss a drop.
When I was finished I put a hand under her chin and raised her up. “Show me,” I said, and Red opened her mouth wide. I could see my seed swirling around her tongue. And when I nodded at her, she swallowed every drop I’d given her.
“Good girl,” I whispered before collapsing against the counter, totally spent. Red joined me and we cuddled on the floor of the kitchen, spooning and kissing each other tenderly.
“Happy birthday, Red,” I said.
Dinner was cold, but I don’t think she cared.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wwn1mw/mf_i_impressed_her_with_my_cooking
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