Posted in Erotica for the Kinky Mind

Taking My Pet to New Heights

Reaching up on her tip toes, she opened the cupboard that held the muffin tins and mixing bowls. Finding the supplies that she needed, she gathered everything in her arms and displayed it all out on the kitchen counter. Soft pop music was playing on the tv in the living room and her hips swayed to the beat while she bopped around the kitchen trying to get all her baking supplies in order. The sun shone brightly through the blinds and the warmth mixed with the upbeat music put her in a very bubbly mood. This afternoon’s mission was to bake chocolate cupcakes.

She set to the task of mixing all the necessary ingredients in a large bowl, occasionally splashing herself with flour and having to wipe her t-shirt off. After whipping all the dry ingredients together, she paused for a moment to tie back her curly hair and then proceeded to grab out the eggs and milk from the fridge. She then reached across the stove and pre-heated the oven.

The sound of the front door handle jingling was easily overlooked by the typical clanking sounds that come from shuffling baking pans around on the stove, the banging of cupboard doors opening and closing, and the music still playing on the tv. She was lost in the busy work of mixing ingredients together and greasing the baking pans. She was none the wiser that he had successfully gained entry to her home. So lost was she in the art of measuring out enough batter into each muffin tin that she had not noticed his footsteps signaling his approach to the kitchen.

She was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Her hair tied back, flour spread across her cheek and on her shirt, and now what he could only assume was smears of chocolate batter on her thighs from her wiping her fingers off on her shorts. She was swaying to the music while she worked and he allowed himself a few moments to appreciate her beauty before deciding to interrupt.

Stepping into the kitchen, he leaned one hip against the counter and lightly growled “Oh what is my Kitten up to now, hm?”

Hearing his raspy voice from behind her startled her, causing her to drop the spoon that she held in her hand back into the bowl of batter. She froze with her hands resting on the stove top, waiting anxiously for him to make a move. She did not have to wait long.

He took a few steps and positioned himself directly behind her. His left arm secured itself around her waist, pulling her ever so slightly against his torso. His right arm reached around her and cradled right under her chin, applying a light pressure to her throat. Leaning in close, he inhaled her scent. Nibbling on her ear, he delighted at the whimper that escaped her before she could catch herself. “Ah, I can’t wait to taste my treat.” He pulled her tightly against him and began grinding himself into her backside, delighting at the feel of her ass against his erection.

Her head fell back against his shoulder, as his left hand began to trail down her side and eventually found the waistband to her shorts. “Are you ready to play, pet?” Without waiting for a response, he plunged his hand into her shorts and found her lacking panties. He inhaled sharply when his hand met her bare skin and he took his time, feeling her, inching ever closer to her pussy.

She began to squirm under his hold, the pressure at her throat and now the anticipation building up waiting for his hand to explore her pussy made her absolutely soaked. However, she bit her lower lip and attempted to stay still. She was not quite ready to let him know just how much she was enjoying his attentions.

Unable to resist, he spread her pussy lips apart and began using his middle finger to run along her slit. Finding just how wet she had become, he chuckled in her ear. “Tsk tsk, little Kitten. Looks like you are more than ready for me to take a taste of your sweetness. How should I take you, hm?” he pondered. “Shall I let you have a taste?” He inserted his middle finger inside her, one quick thrust, just to feel her arch against his palm and let out a little moan, then just as quickly removing his hand and bringing it up to her lips. “Come on little one. Taste yourself. Taste how sweet you are.”

Hesitantly she opened her mouth and let his finger meet the tip of her tongue. He allowed her to explore with her tongue, taking him slowly into her mouth and sucking off her love juices from him. “That’s it,” he encouraged “Such a good girl.” Abruptly he used his right hand to grab at the back of her head, taking her ponytail in a firm grip and spun her to face him. She immediately looked down and waited.

He leaned in and brutally claimed her lips. He kissed her hard, pushing into her mouth with his tongue and then taking hold of her lower lip and lightly biting down. The whimper that she elicited as a response encouraged him on. Taking hold of her waistband in both hands, he roughly tore her shorts down. Grabbing her around the waist, he picked her up and spun her to face the kitchen counter. Lifting her up, he placed her ass on the counter and ordered her to spread her legs. For an instant she hesitated. His hands cupped her thighs and roughly spread them open. “Now, now pet. I want a taste of my treat. Don’t deny me.”

Leaning down, he spread her pussy lips open and proceeded to hungrily lick at her clit. He gripped her hips to steady her and feasted on her pussy relentlessly. She began to squirm and quiver under his mouth. He was delighted when he felt her hand entwine in his hair to keep his head in place. Happily lapping at her juices, he let go with one hand and slowly began inserting one finger into her, quickly followed by a second and then a third, stretching her aching little pussy. The kitchen filled with the sounds of her moaning and whimpering at his attentions.

The harder he pounded into her, the closer to the edge she became until suddenly he withdrew his fingers from her warm cunt and proceeded to lick each digit clean. The gasp she elicited at the loss of penetration was loud and uncontrollable. “Mmm, so delicious. I’ve missed tasting you,” he said with a grin.
Having sufficiently cleaned off his fingers, he reached for her again to lower her down off the counter. Grasping the bottom of her t-shirt, he began to tug it up her torso and up over her head with only a little protest. Reaching behind her, he undid her bra with a simple flick of his wrist and let the material fall to the floor.

Standing there bare and exposed to his gaze, she felt incredibly vulnerable. However, her heart still raced, unsure of his next move. She waited with bated breath, watching his gaze roam over her. Seeing her pace from one foot to the other, he put his hands on her shoulders to still her. Gently he pushed her down on to her knees in front of him. He grabbed at the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to free his throbbing cock from it’s confines. She put her hands on his thighs, as much to steady herself as to try to push him away. Without warning a hand gripped the back of her head. “Now pet, you had been doing so well I thought to reward you… Do you still want a treat? Hmm?” Leaning over her, he swiped a can of frosting from off the counter. Ripping off the lid, he dipped two fingers into the container and scooped up some chocolate frosting. He liberally applied the chocolate the tip and shaft of his cock, then licked the excess off of his fingers.

Again gripping her by the pony tail, he pulled her closer, her lips resting against his frosted tip. “Be a good girl. Taste me.” Her lips opened and he allowed her to slowly lick and suck at him, enjoying the little moans of pleasure she let out as her tongue ran the length of his shaft. She took him deep into the back of her throat, sucking greedily at the chocolate treat, licking every inch of him and then coming back up to swirl her tongue around his tip, only to dive back down. His head fell back and growls escaped him as she lapped at him. Again and again she sucked at him until all of the frosting had been licked clean. Once the frosting was gone, he gripped her hair tightly and began face fucking her with gusto. She made gurgling noises of protest but rode it out, allowing him to guide her head down and back. With one final grunt and thrust, he completely withdrew from her mouth. Looking down, he could see her mouth covered in a mix of chocolate and drool. He reached out and wiped her lips off. Then gripping her chin in his hand, he tilted her face up to meet his for a kiss.

“Kitten, I think it’s time. I need to be inside you.” He grabbed her hands and helped her to her feet, giving her just enough time to steady herself before he picked her up and proceeded to walk towards the dining room table. He placed her down and then gently pushed her torso down until she was laying flat against the table. She shivered, feeling the cold table make contact with her back. Abruptly he gripped her hips and tugged her closer to the edge of the table. Lifting her legs up and separating her thighs, he positioned his cock at her entrance and swiftly plunged into her warm pussy. She let out and audible sigh at the contact. He thrust into her mercilessly, tightly gripping her ample thighs with each thrust. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and made the slightest slapping sound when they made contact with each other. It was a beautiful sight.

He growled and thrust, back and forth, feeling every inch of his cock stretching her tight pussy, feeling her tightly milk him as he pounded into her. Her eyes closed while she took each deep thrust, whimpers and moans escaped her as she enjoyed being taken. Her hands reached up above her, as if reaching for an invisible wall to steady herself, her head gently tossing from side to side, so enraptured in her surrender that she fully gave herself over to him. Lifting her legs up, he placed her ankles up on his shoulders and thrust even deeper into her. She arched into him and began to quiver with an ever building climax. Reaching around with his right hand, he slapped at her ass cheek and thigh, timing each blow with a quick thrust into her. Feeling her pussy clench and tighten with her impending orgasm, he slowed his pace. Hearing her moan in protest, he switched hands and slapped her left swiftly, before resuming his deep thrusts into her. With one last thrust, he felt her crumble around him, her pussy gripping him tightly and milking him so that he nearly couldn’t take it. He watched her fall apart and then allowed himself a few more thrusts before he finally emptied his seed into her.

Slowly, he withdrew himself from her pussy. He stepped away from the table and sighed. “Stay just like that, Kitten. Do not get up from that table until after I leave. Am I clear?”

She bit her lower lip and nodded, feeling his seed slowly leak out of her and drip down her plump and swollen thighs. She could see out of the corner of her eye that he went back into the kitchen to retrieve his pants.

“You were such a good girl. Until next time…,” he let his voice trail off as he turned his back on her and opened her front door to let himself out.

Minutes after he left, she finally caught her breath and was able to get up off the table. After cleaning herself up, she found her clothes laying on the kitchen floor and got dressed. Her legs were still quivering with each step she took. She reached over the stove and placed the full muffin tins in the oven and set the timer. Sighing, she looked over at her dining table and smiled. Looks like today she would get to have her cake and eat it too.

Author:

An introvert with her nose always in a book, I feel I express myself better in written word than I ever could in spoken conversation. A kitty mom with an open minded attitude, sarcastic tongue, and a hippie chick sense of style. I have experienced plenty of mental health challenges, relationship struggles, career changes, and world travel. I feel my experiences could be of use to someone somehow. I like to live with one foot firmly in real world serious topics while the other foot dances in fantasy of all types. Even if you are not here to stay, I am glad the universe brought you to visit for a while.

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