[MF] Got Fucked in the Kitchen [kink]

Warning: This post contains donuts. If you’re not into reading about food + sex then maybe you shouldn’t read this.

I had a habit of overworking myself – it was hard to deny that I often finished what I started – My relationship that ended in marriage, my ongoing collection of cute taxidermied mice, Cheers to Frasier, Venture Bros. etc. But there were also instances of laziness, where I leave work early to buy donuts from that horridly popular doughnut store. That doughnut store that boasts having the best donuts in the city but in truth the clientele was just a bunch of drunk or stoned, middle class hipsters. But a doughnut is a doughnut and these were as good as they’re going to get – in this god-awful city.

After getting the donuts I drive to my apartment and find my husband’s Lexus parked next to the Jeep. I meditate on reasons why he could be home and just assumed that he was exhausted from that two-day trip he had visiting family. I admit he did get a little needy and we spent the entire night of his last day fucking on the phone.

I removed my shoes before I snuck inside the apartment. I felt relieved since he was blasting Mastodon – the smell of chicken and rosemary dancing around the vicinity… grilled cheese because he always makes one for himself when he manages to get the kitchen all to himself. Typical.

I set my shoes aside and walked to the kitchen with much caution – me with a box of donuts in tow. I peeked to see what he was up to and found him washing dishes and rocking out “Diamond in the Witch House” – with that cute, blue frilly apron I got him as a joke last April Fools.

I approached him, my prey, and set the donuts on the counter. My hands reached out and snuck inside his shirt as I gave him a little hug – arms tight around his waist (him being 6’4 and I being 5’0”).

“Fuck!” he jolted forward and dropped the tongs.

“Honey butter, butter butt – guess who’s home early,” I cut him off.

“Well if it isn’t my little bee –“ his uneasiness faded as he found out it was me. He wriggled out of my grasp and before I knew it I was hoisted up placed on the counter next to the donuts.

Office clothes were office clothes – black bandage skirt, loose charcoal sweater with a soft, gray shirt underneath. It was typical of him to start with the skirt. His hands yanked it off me twice from the waist – then fingers finding themselves in between my legs, pressing on my little mound… just above the clit.

He removed those fingers and proceeded to guess what was in the box. “Cream horns?” I shook my head. “In a pink box?! You know I only buy those from one store.” It was true, I only did. “Doughnuts, my predictable doughnut?” I nodded and he smiled.

“Well, my naughty wife, I don’t know why you’re out this early but you are not taking over my kitchen today –“ I rolled my eyes but found him rummaging through the box. “Bob’s Donuts huh?” I nodded and found that he was already eating one as I turned to look at him. I laughed because it was cute. He raised an eyebrow and before I could say anything his lips were pressed against mine.

“Too sweet, needs milk –“ He kissed me again before he rummaged for milk on the fridge. He poured some on a big, straight glass before taking another one… a powdered one.

“Bite,” I bit.

“Stay still, sugar plum – you’re not allowed to eat your doughnut…not until I’m done with my milk, okay?” I nodded, my heart raced as I watched him.

And this part was where he took off my clothes and proceeded to take the gallon container of milk and poured it over my abdomen. It dripped down to my pussy although he indulged himself and poured more on it before his tongue found its way in between my legs. Pour after pour, he lapped the milk in between my aching, wanting sex.

I had to admit that this was torture – to have that goddamn doughnut on my lips as I’m rendered helpless, sprawled on my kitchen’s counter, trying to balance a task and afflicted with intense pleasure. The orgasm was intense – I was a trembling, mewling mess. As for the doughnut? It dislodged itself from my lips and I was punished for it.

He took it from me and he ate it. However, he did make me drink the milk in the glass to which I clumsily spilled some of it on my chest. He licked it off though… and sucked on my nipples… which resulted to him bruising the underside of my breasts before he undid his pants and rammed himself inside me over and over again.

(Right now, I’m currently typing this at work sore while eating a doughnut. Guess how wet I am?)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/62mrnj/mf_got_fucked_in_the_kitchen_kink