There’s nothing like attempting a new recipe. Flipping through cookbooks, selecting the recipe, shopping for ingredients, and finally putting everything together until something magical happens.
Or at least that’s the hope anyway, that something magical comes out. I pulled my hair up high into a bun, adjusted my glasses, and leaned closer to the cookbook.
“One-third cup of good olive oil,” I muttered to myself. I had already chopped and prepped the vegetables and had organized my spices, but now I had to decide whether my $8 on-sale bottle of olive oil was considered “good” enough. I briefly considered returning to the store, but couldn’t bare the thought. “Good enough,” I replied aloud to my silent inquiry.
As I began sauteeing onions and garlic and adding the fresh tomatoes that would become a rich sauce, my worries began to dissipate. That’s part of the reason I love to cook, I find it deeply meditative. I became lost in stirring, tasting so that I could adjust as I went. I inhaled deeply, taking in the delicious aroma of the sauce. This would be magical.
“Smells good.”
My wife’s voice startled me and I jumped slightly, bumping into her. She was so close to me that it was amazing I had noticed her come in.
“Thank you,” I responded, leaning my back into her more fully. “I hope it comes out as good as it smells.”
Her hands came around my waist, gripping me tightly and holding me even closer to her. “I didn’t mean the sauce,” she whispered into my ear. Her right hand slipped under the waistband of my leggings, travelling down until her fingers grazed the spt she knew would drive me crazy. My knees buckled, and my fingers lost control of the wooden spoon I was holding. Little drops of sauce flecked the stove, but I barely registered them as she gently teased me, just enough to make me crave more stimulation. She withdrew her hand while still gripping me tightly with her other hand, before drawing her right hand to her mouth. “Tastes delicious as well,” she breathed.
For as long as we have known each other, Heather has always known exactly how to push my buttons. She was a beautiful woman, though that was only a small part of it. I had always been attracted to people who contrasted me physically, and Heather fit that description perfectly. I was on this side of short with dark curly hair and brown skin and a curvaceous ass, whereas my wife stood four inches taller than me with pale skin and blonde hair she wore cut short. But beyond her looks, she carried an energy with her. People noticed when she walked into a room. They might not like her, but they noticed and respected her. I could never resist someone who walked through life with that much confidence, and worst of all, Heather knew how powerless I was to resist and exploited it at her every opportunity.
“Did you like that?” She asked innocently as I ground my hips into her.
Witch. She knew damn well that I liked it, but she loved to hear me say it. “Yes,” I said, as my breath hitched.
Heather’s hand drew across my throat, resting there gently. “Yes what?”
“Yes Mistress, I like that,” I corrected myself.
Heather removed her hand from my throat, using it instead to release my hair from it’s bun. She wound her fingers into my hair, drawing my head back as she did. “Good girl.”
Hearing her say those words sent a rush of desire straight to my core. I longed to turn around and begin kissing her deeply, but I knew there would be consequences for trying to move her at my pace. In fact, the longer she held me there still and unmoving, the more it became clear that this was a test, a challenge to see whether or not I would submit to her without a struggle. Either way, she always won, because truthfully I never wanted to resist. I stayed as still as I could, waiting upon her next whim.
“Very good girl,” she said with a note of approval in her voice. “Cover the pot,” she ordered. I obeyed silently, turning the heat down to a simmer. She released her fingers from hair and her hand from my hip. “Move a little to the left,” she said, guiding me to the counter beside the stove. She was still so close to me, though she was not touching me. I could feel the heat radiating off her body onto mine. “I want you to take off your clothes,” she said to me, so softly that I had to strain my head in order to better hear her. “But don’t turn around,” she warned me.
So this was to be our game today. To be so close to her, but denied the pleasure of touching her or even seeing her. I shivered at the anticipation of being thoroughly used by someone I couldn’t even see. I removed my leggings first and then my sweater so that only my underwear remained.
“No bra?” she remarked, running her nails softly down my bare back. “So typical of my little slut.” Her nails stopped just before my underwear. She took her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down my thighs, but stopped short of removing them. “Put your hands on the counter, and bend over.”
SMACK.
I heard the sound before I even registered the sensation. Heather’s hand had connected with my ass, landing squarely in the center. My hips jerked forward involuntarily before immediately returning to their former spot, already craving the next blow.
“What do you say slut?” Heather asked, her hand still on me, as if holding the tingling sensation there.
“Thank you Mistress,” I breathed.
“Good slut,” she responded. I felt her hand draw back again and then it came down on the exact same spot as before.
“Thank you Mistress,” I repeated, entirely truthfully. I needed this, and she knew exactly how to give me what I needed.
Heather continued spanking me with her hand, taking care to aim her blows across my ass for maximum impact. Soon my entire ass felt warm and tingling.
“Now that I’ve warmed you up,” she spoke softly, “let’s see how much more my little slut can take.” I saw Heather reach in front of me and grab a wooden spatula from a cannister on the counter. She drew it down my back, over the curve of my bottom and began tapping the spatula to my skin. Small but quick and insistent taps which stung against my already sensitized skin. She paused, but only to bring the spatula down harder on my ass.
I couldn’t help it, a small scream escaped my mouth and my hips drew back from her touch. “No no no,” Heather tutted, “we can’t have you making that kind of noise.” Her hands grabbed my hips and repositioned them. She brought my underwear down my legs and as she did I could feel that they were soaked with my arousal. She rolled them into a ball, and I knew what was coming. “Open your mouth, she said calmly, and she placed my underwear into my mouth. “That’s much better,” she said, returning her full attention to my spanking.
My hands gripped the counter tighter and tighter as she continued. Even with my underwear in my mouth, I was making a fair amount of noise and I could not help it. I was becoming desperate, my clit had grown swollen through the spanking and every blow just increased my desire.
“Please,” I begged through my gag. What was I even begging for? For her to stop? For her to fuck me? I never knew, but she always did.
“Please what?” She asked me, once again innocent, as if she hadn’t been spanking me in our kitchen for the better part of a half-hour while our dinner simmered on the stove. “Please…fuck you?”
I nodded vigorously.
“Please…let you cum?”
I nodded again.
“Please…let you make me cum?”
More nodding.
Heather laughed. “What a needy little desperate slut,” she breathed as she ran her fingers across my burning ass. “You’ll say yes to anything, won’t you?”
Shameful, but true, and we both knew it.
“In that case,” she said, “You’d better turn around.”
The pleasure at finally being able to see her lessened the pain I experienced from having my bottom pressed into our counter. She was still fully clothed in a simple white tank top and black leggings. The sight of her dressed while I was naked and soaked only aroused me more. Heather looked into my eyes and took her hand to my face, cupping my cheek. “What a good girl,” she murmured, stroking my face sweetly. “You took your spanking so well, you’ve made me very happy.”
I looked up at her through my lashes and pressed my body close to hers. I could feel her nipples through her tank top, she hadn’t worn a bra either. “Please,” I repeated again through my gag.
“Yes, you’re right,” she said thoughtfully. “You’ve been very patient. Get up on the island, and you can have your reward for being such a good girl.”
I climbed up on the island, letting the cool marble soothe my bottom. Heather noticed my eyes close in pleasure. “That feels good, doesn’t it slut?”
I nodded my head. Heather walked towards me, separating my legs so that they hung on opposite sides of her.
“Look at my beautiful little slut,” she murmured. Her hands ran down my chest, towards my breasts, to my nipples. She ran her thumbs over them gently, and they became hard under her fingers. “Such beautiful tits,” she breathed before leaning her head down to take one and then the other into her mouth. The sensation was exquisite, almost painful in how good it felt. I moaned through my gag and my head rolled back as her hot mouth enveloped me.
Too soon it was over, and she moved down my body until her face was between my thighs. “Lie back,” she ordered softly. “Such a beautiful wet cunt,” she sighed and I could hear her inhale my scent. I could feel her breath on me and it took everything within my power to not press my hips towards her mouth. “Do you want to see how wet you are for me slut?” she asked, as if my gag wouldn’t muffle any response I made. Starting at the bottom of my cunt she ran her finger up, slipping inside of me for the briefest of moments. She showed me her finger glistening with my wetness.
I began to wail through my gag, I could not restrain myself any longer. I could feel my eyes filling with tears, I wanted her so badly. Would I die if I couldn’t find release? I wasn’t certain, but I felt sure I was about to find out.
“Aw, is my little slut crying?” Heather asked, her voice cloaked in false concern. “Is she that desperate for me?”
I groaned in the affirmative.
“Well why didn’t you say anything?” Heather mocked me gently. “Good girls get rewards, and you have been a very good and patient girl. Get fully on the island.” As she spoke, Heather made quick work of undressing. She climbed up on the island as well, straddling me as she crawled up my body. She stopped when she reached my torso, and I could feel the heat of her own cunt as it hovered above me.
“We’ll need to get rid of this,” she said as she reached into my mouth and removed my underwear from my mouth.
Before I even could appreciate my mouth being empty, her cunt descended upon my mouth. Her knees were on opposite sides of my face and she immediately began grinding on my face. She was impossibly wet and my senses were full of her, she was all I could feel, taste, smell, even my ears were full of the sound of her moaning.
I was in such heaven. My tongue darted out, trying to keep up with her, but that was the magic of this position, she was in control. She would use me until she came, and there was nothing that I could do about it. I could feel my entire face become coated with her and as she rode me I felt her fingers twist into my hair, pulling my mouth even closer to her.
“Yes slut,” she moaned loudly as her cunt drew back and forth across my nose and mouth, “yes this is what I keep you around for. So I can ride this pretty little face whenever I want, for however long I want.”
I could barely breathe as she fucked my face, but I didn’t care. My arms wrapped under her thighs as I also tried to get as close to her as humanly possible. If this is how I died, under her, giving her as much pleasure as possible, well there are far worse ways to go. I could hear her breathing speed up again as her clit became even stiffer on top of my tongue, and I knew she was getting close.
“Such a good little slut,” she moaned again. “And good little sluts deserve rewards. Reach your left hand out.”
I obeyed her instantly and my hand found my wand vibrator. A small part of my brain wondered when she had put it out, but the thought couldn’t last long amidst all the sensation within my body.
“My good little slut is going to use this vibrator to cum while I ride her face,” Heather breathed. “This little slut is going to cum and when she cums she’ll scream into my cunt so that her orgasm is good for something. Do you understand?”
I nodded even as she continued to grind against my face.
“Good girl. You may start now,” she instructed breathlessly.
I wasted no time, turning my vibrator on to the setting I liked best. I was so close already, I did not know how much longer I could last. The feeling of her on top of me, seeing her beautiful body rock up and down on me, feeling powerless to do anything but bask in all parts of her, I could feel my eyes rolling up to my skull as my pleasure built.
“Don’t get lazy just because you’re going to cum,” Heather warned, but I could tell that she was not far behind me.
I moved the vibrator faster and faster over my cunt and suddenly, my orgasm rushed over me, beginning at my cunt and radiating out to my extremities. I moaned loudly into Heather’s cunt and managed to flatten my tongue out just a bit more as I felt her knees tighten around my face. Even while cumming I willed myself to keep my rhythm and speed exactly the same as her grinding became increasingly erratic.
“Fuck yes, I’m going to…” Heather hesitated before the last word, but her entire body shuddered around me. She stayed for a moment, resting on my face before reluctantly moving both knees to my side. She laid down next to me, bringing my head to her chest before finally kissing me. My face was wet with her arousal, but she never let me wipe myself off after. “Something to remember me by,” she always said. As if I were in danger of forgetting.
“My good girl,” she breathed into my hair as we tangled our limbs together. We stayed like that for a few more minutes before Heather gently helped me to a sitting position. She stood me up, and redressed me, though omitting my underwear, before dressing herself.
“So this is a new recipe?” she asked, removing the cover from the pot of sauce still simmering on the stove.
I looked at her in awe, my beautiful wife who had just spanked and fucked me all over our kitchen. “Yes,” I managed to say finally. “From that new cookbook I just bought.”
“Mhm,” she breathed, taking the wooden spoon from it’s spoon rest and giving the sauce a stir. “Smells delicious.”
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