Sex in the Kitchen

Sex in the Kitchen Sex in the Kitchen

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Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: April 30, 2012

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I stood cooking in the kitchen, contemplating whether or not to add beans to the chilli.  As I’m chopping up the jalapeno sausages and stirring my ground beef, he enters the house.  Slams the door with such force, I thought he was angry as hell at me.

“Oh great,” I thought to myself.  “He’s had another long day at work so that means I’m going to be his arguing target.  Damn.”

I turn around and fold my arms, just waiting for him to start some mess with me.  I was in the kitchen, and I had some knives prepared.  If he wanted to get it, today was going to be his day.

To my surprise as he entered the kitchen, he had flowers in one hand and a gift bag in the other.  Knocking him around just didn’t seem appropriate after seeing my new presents.  As I’m smelling the roses and trying to move the paper out of my way to see my gift, he begins undressing me.  Not much to take off except my robe and his own t-shirt.  I had on thongs, but instead of taking them off, he pulls them to my right side, turns me around, and starts eating my pussy from the back.

My hands grabbed the edge of the counter and I tried to regain my composure.  I couldn’t.  He had my clitoris wrapped around his tongue and he was going to war.  I’m not a political person, but I enjoyed that battle.  I felt myself oozing out slowly.  I couldn’t stop cumming, not even for a nanosecond.  It was the nut that would never end.  Just when I thought I could reach the grand finale, my clitoris tingled more and more and more.  I hated her at this point because I wanted to burst inside his mouth and lay on the counter.  His tongue and my clitoris had other plans for me.  As I struggled to catch my breath, he maneuvered his head around so that his tongue could have full access to my clitoris.  I could now look him in his eyes as he pleased me.

There was sweat on his forehead, and a little bit of my juices too.  He grabbed my 40 DD breasts and squeezed them tightly.  To make this merry-go-round more comfortable, he pulled me to the floor.  I sat on his face and moved my body back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.  Each time I moved, his tongue sucked, his teeth nibbled my clitoris.He knew my left side was my climactic spot, and he went blow for blow.  She hit him with an ooh; he strangled her with an aah.  Somewhere in between, I let out an ohh.  He focused on the left side of my clitoris and continued to nibble.  My leg jerked uncontrollably now, and I rubbed his dick faster.  I felt it grow with each of my moans.  I wasn’t in control of my body anymore, and I lay backwards now convulsing and pulsating on his tongue.

He got up, and kissed me on my forehead, and said, “Don’t burn the food.”

Damn, I hate him and my clitoris right now.  How dare he make me cum like that!  I almost burnt my damn spaghetti.  Oops, I’m cooking chilli.  See how he got me all discombobulated now…


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