Chapter 20 – Cooking with a cock-craving slut
‘Just a little deeper, Charles’
‘Is this deep enough?’
‘No, you need to put it deeper, deeper’
‘Hum, are we still talking about putting the cookie sheet in the oven?!’
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What cookies and sex have in common? They both involve HEAT, as they both make you break your promise, after saying ‘this is the last one’. Long ago, I told mom that if I ever got married to someone, he should be able to put the right cherry on my pie!Well, I am still single.
Most of you criticized me for fucking minors, married men or mom’s boyfriend, but all my actions are a result of a tormenting disease. A cock-craving slut who cannot have enough sex? This is perhaps all men’ dream and my worst nightmare.
My name is Joanna and I have been diagnosed with nymphomania, a rare disease that makes women crave for cocks as kids crave for candies. But you can just call me a slut.
I crave for both sex and sweets. Since I was little, I loved spending time in the kitchen, inventing new cookies recipes and baking all sorts of sweets. I did it to the point I could call myself a pro.
This is how, last week, I started cooking with a handsome guy that I met in a bar. After we talked all night, he took me home and…surprise! He refused my invitation to join me in.
I guess he was trying to be a gentleman. Too ‘gentleman’ for my type! Anyway, since he said he loved cookies as much as I did, we rescheduled a date the next day.
‘Hey, you came‘
‘Yes, sorry for being late, beauty. I was stuck in traffic’, he replied looking at my outrageous outfit. ‘Is this how you are going to cook?’
‘Yes, why?’I always thought cooking in a short red dress is better than cooking in long trousers and cotton sweater.
‘Nothing, just saying. Let’s get down to work’
Of course cooking was the least thing I wanted to do with him, after he left me all alone the previous night, but desperately jumping on his cock was not a good idea either.
‘Wow, you already made the cookie dough’
‘I was a little impatient’I licked the cookie dough off my finger. The real reason why I prepared the cookies earlier was so we could get down to having fun faster (I’m a nymphomaniac, remember?), but I could not tell him the truth.‘You can put the cookie sheet in the oven’
‘Hmm, I might need your indications for this’, he replied smiling.‘Is this ok’, he bent to pull the sheet.
‘No, you need to put it deeper’
As he bent down, Charles could not lose the occasion to look up my skirt, at my legs. ‘Is this deep enough?’
‘No’, I whispered on a lower-pitch voice catching his eye, ‘put it deeper, deeper’
That was when he asked me if we were still talking about cookies. Wanna know what I said? Well, it was something like:
‘HELL NO! This is sex we are talking about!’
I bent down and closed the oven door, while grabbing him by the head and kissing his cold lips. His daring hands on my boobs betrayed his shy confused look on his face. Making the first move to sex certainly showed me in a bad light, but I was too horny to help myself any longer.
‘Wow, I never thought cooking turns women on’
‘It’s you who turn me on’, I wrapped my leg around his butt.
He grabbed me by the ass and put me on the kitchen table, then bent me over a little bit and slowly kissed my neck, going down my cleavage. I gasped in pleasure and wrapped the other leg around his firm ass, while letting my naughty hands unzip his pants.
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‘Mind if I eat your boobs?’
He rolledthe upper side of my dress down, having a clear view on my harden tits and grabbed the whipping cream can. I knew what he had in mind, and I loved it!
‘Be my guest’, I moaned aroused.
He squeezed my boobs and started pouring whipping cream on my pink nipples, and all over my chest. A cold sensation made my body shake the moment he started sucking my nipples and licking the whipped cream from my chest.
My pussy got so excited that I felt the wetness running down my leg. Seeing me so aroused, he pulled his erect cock of his boxers and gently stuck it in my pussy. His cock easily slipped in, letting him both surprised and aroused.
‘I never met someone like you’, he said while fucking me hard. He continued licking my boobs like a famished wolf, while thrusting deeply, until my chest was completely clean.
I have always fantasized about making out in the kitchen, but trying it in reality proved even more arousing than in my dreams. Having my pussy fucked by his eager cock made me feelan intensified pleasure building up in my body.
We were fucking so hard that the kitchen table almost broke. My pussy squirted hard over his cock, making me moan louder, while he was fucking me faster and deeper.
‘Do not stop’, I said with my mouth opened, gasping for a breath of air.
For ten seconds or less, I felt like the happiest girl in the world. Reaching the climax was reaching a powerful release, which put me in a high state of euphoria.
Was that enough for me? Sure not, a nymphomaniac is an insatiable slut who can never get enough of it. I got off the table, cleaned his cock with a paper towel and sat on my knees. He looked me into the eyes, swallowed heavy and said:
‘I don’t think I’ll resist from cumming‘
He bent over the table, as my hand slowly went up and down the shaft of his cock several times. I knew exactly what I had to do. I took the can, covered his entire cock in whipping cream and started licking the top of its head like a delicious ice cream.
‘Baby this is so good’, I mumbled with my mouth full of whipping cream, ‘I need more’
After the first row of licking, I took the can and poured cream on his cock one more time. His cock looked like a giant Walnut Whip! When I finished licking it all, I put his cock in my mouth and began sucking it deeply.
‘Oh, my God’, he yelled.
‘It’s okay, cum’I said willing to taste his own whipping cream.
‘No, that’s not it’
‘Oh, yes it is, cum’
A strong smell of burnt food made me realize that the desperate look on his face was not the consequence of an orgasm. I continued sucking his cock because I did not want to ruin the moment, supposing the cookies were already ruined.
‘Jesus Crist’, he yelled looking at the oven as I was sucking him hard.
We were getting hotter than ever. So hot, that I felt a pale of smoke getting into my throat deeper than his cock. When I opened my eyes, the kitchen was full of smoke.
I turned around frightened and looked at the oven. Guess what. The oven was on fire, and so was Charles’ dick, which suddenly started pulsing hard in my hands.
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Although we were about to burn alive, I quickly put his cock in my mouth and sucked it for a couple of seconds. He moaned with delight, bit his lips and came strong in my mouth.
I only stopped sucking him up when the last drop of cum came out his penis. As soon as I finished the blowjob, I panicked. I turned off the oven and grabbed a dishtowel, desperately trying to extinguish the fire.
‘Quick, grab the fire extinguisher’, I yelled at Charles who look even more panicked than I was, ‘It’s right there, in the corner’
‘I don’t see it’, he replied spinning around in circles.I do not know if his orgasm washed his brain out, or if it was so strong to make him lose his sight, but the fire extinguisher was right in front of him.
‘Get off of my way’ I grabbed the extinguisher angrily and managed to stop the oven fire before it burned down the entire kitchen. After Charles grabbed his scattered clothes, we closed the oven door to avoid the spread of smoke and went into the living room.
Despite the kitchen incident, I was still willing to have some fun, so I sensually licked one of my fingers, unveiled one of my boobs and ran it around my pink nipple.
‘So, what about one more cookie?’
Charles looked at me, smiled in the corner of his mouth and said:
‘Babe, I’m done with cookies!’
