In the Kitchen

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<div> <IMG SRC="005f4010.png" border=0 width="500" height="1" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> In the Kitchen</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/id18.htm"><U><B><IMG SRC="1b420200.gif" border=0 width="32" height="32" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="2" VSPACE="0">back to Main Directory </B></U></A><B>       </B><B><IMG SRC="15221460.jpg" border=0 width="33" height="70" ALT="Golden Blowjob Award" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B><B>      </B></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><B><IMG SRC="1b610110.jpg" border=0 width="16" height="17" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> </B></U></A><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#33CCFF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><B>back to</B></U></A></FONT><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><B> </B></U></A><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><I><B>Debaucherous Tales</B></I></U></A></div> <div> <B>                             </B></div> <div> <B>      </B><B>         </B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I>In the Kitchen</I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" > . . .</FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>by mdg._</I></FONT></div> <bR> <div> <I>she loves to  holler, scream and shout,</I></div> <div> <I>as she let's my fingers do the playing in and out and all about </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>It has been said, that the kitchen is the heart of the home.  Then, what  greater mutual pleasure can we imagine than enjoying a snack, a quick nibble, a sloppy slurp, or some very serious grazing in the heart of the home?  Snacks are fun in bed, but then you have to sleep in this mess you just made.  However, in the kitchen we have the essentials at hand to clean up as we snack, after we snack, or leave it as such until tomorrow.  It always gives her great pleasure, to slide down her panties, laid back on the table, and wrap her soft thighs around my </I><I><IMG SRC="135c8d30.jpg" border=0 width="200" height="211" ALIGN="RIGHT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8"></I><I>neck.  My grazing between her hot tasty thighs  does wonders for all the sensory </I><I>gratification.  A ritual warm up, for both, her juices begin to flow without restraint, my tool of insertion, known as my cock, aroused and rising by her scents and heat of her hot thighs.  A teasing thrust into her hot depths, this soft mushroom head slides quickly in. My ritual teasing with eager tongue, has now played it's part, "pp-pleaase, harder, fuck me harder, I need to come, fffiiinnisshh mmee offf, oohhhh, Iiii'mmmmm commingg ssoo hardd" she tries to moan. Her legs now so tightly wrapped around my ass, holding on for dear life, as her crushing orgasm rocked through her body. Panting deep breaths, </I></div> <div> <I>"you know just what I need!!!"</I></div> <div> <I>"Suuuuck my nipples, I neeeeedd  thhhh nooww",</I></div> <div> <I> "Oh, myyyyyyyyy," she sighed, "you do that so well'</I></div> <div> <I>This is our afternoon matinee, the before dinner play. This table blessed with heated passion, time to cook dinner, and then we'll see what the rest of the evening will be, with guests soon to arrive, there were still quite a few things to prepare.  The table now set, a few bottles of wine, a quiet dinner for six, a knock on the door, they have arrived. The usual greetings of long time friends, no formal intros needed, "help yourselves to the wine, we'll get a few things to the table." </I></div> <div> <I>To the patio they went, where the table was set.  A nice warm night, not too far from the sea. Away from the city lights, a very clear sky. To far to see, but you could always hear, the waves breaking on the shore, and the sea air smell. To the kitchen we went, a roast from the oven which I needed to slice. A few other items to serving plates she neatly arranged, which didn't take long. "Can I help you with that?" She asked, </I></div> <div> <I>"Now how can I slice this roast with your hands in my pants?" I mumbled. "You slice that meat, while I play with this", she softly moaned, </I></div> <div> <I>I completely forgot there were guests out there, and she didn't seem to care at all. I continued to do as I needed with the roast, but not with the same haste as before. My pants she had managed, without my help to slide down around my knees, and her warm hands stoking my cock. Now try slicing, in and orderly fashion, a large rare roast like that.  I wasn't sure which was hotter, the roast or my cock. Before I knew it she had undone her blouse, her breasts released from her bra, with hand firmly around my cock, rubbing the soft head on her rising nipples.  This was her thing, it drove her wild, my cock caressing as she chose to do, to press it tightly and grind it on her breasts. She had one slid in her panties, I guessed, pressed to her clit, or fingering inside. Try keeping your mind and what you are doing, preparing a roast?  "For crying out loud, this meat will be ruined."</I></div> <div> <I>I said, which fell upon deaf ears.  My cock so hard and aching, my knife hand shaking, no longer such neat thin slices as before.  From the tips of her nipples to lips so hot and wet wrapped  tightly around and sucking on my cock, "this roast will never be served if you keep doing that."  I felt her shudder, her lips holding firm, deep moans, and sudden jerks, fast breaths, and sporadic groans, she was coming, quivering, on her knees, and then just released my cock, squat on the floor, look me straight in the eye and grinned. She slide up my pants, stuffed, yes stuffed my still hard cock back into it's place, zipped up my pants, gave it a gentle tap with the flat of her hand,</I></div> <div> <I>"Is that roast about ready to serve? Our guests are getting hungry I'm sure" she mumbled in a soft satisfied tone.</I></div> <div> <I>"Very funny, very fucking funny." I thought, I have just mutilated, hacked up, an elegant roast, I was just about to come, she turns it loose, still stiff and erect, stuffs it back without fanfare into my jeans, and has the nerve to ask, "Is the roast ready to serve?"  Do you really think I give a shit about a stupid roast at this moment? </I></div> <div> <I>She grabs a couple of the serving dishes, heads for the patio, turns around, with a silly satisfied grin and hums, "the best is yet to come." </I></div> <div> <I>Well I finished hacking up the roast, it was beyond help for proper presentation.  The lump in my pants finally receded again to its useless stage, but extremely disappointed, and a bit angry at me. How could I let it get so close to pleasure and not finish the task.  I tried to explain, it was not my doing, remember ? She said the best it yet to come. I took the platter with the mutilated roast, and headed for the patio to our hungry waiting guest.</I></div> <div> <I>"What took you so long,?" they asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Where did you learn to carve meat, in a lumber yard.?"</I></div> <div> <I>'Very funny."  I really didn't need to hear that. Six hours , carefully watched in the oven, a nice tender rare roast, hacked to an unrecognizable state in ten minutes.  She grinned, a sly, pleased guilty grin. </I></div> <div> <I>"Well lets' eat,"  I said, as everyone grabbed for that what still resembled a roast. Being a good host, of course I waited till guests took first, the mauled remains, you guessed it, were left for me.  Across the table she began to eat, guests digging deep into their plates, few words were spoken, the clatter of plates and clink of wine glasses, and now what?  She sits there calmly eating with delicate bites, a bare foot I feel between my thighs, poking toes against my jeans, rubbing my previously deserted cock to erection again.  "If you keep doing that," I thought, "you better hope the guests leave soon, or you may get yourself spread right here and now."  And then I thought, and laid my plan, that when they all left, the next stain on this fine table cloth would not be just a drop of spilt wine, a drip of juice from the roast, or heat from bottom of serving plates, the table cloth spread, and "you will be next." I think she knew I had laid a plan, her foot back down, and fingers slightly trembling while sipping on her wine.  The thoughts of what I could possibly have in plan, behind my now relaxed eyes, she started squirming in her chair,  fumbling for words, a fire had kindled,  running wild between her thighs. </I></div> <div> <I>Deep in thought of plan, I did hear someone say,</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's get some coffee and brandy and relax in the garden."  Back by the low garden wall, a nice place to sit in the very dim light. I took the brandy and glasses to the log, which served as a table. Chairs and recliners randomly close. She brought out the coffee, I went back for some candles. The light not quite enough. She was leaning, overlooking the low wall, chatting with our guests. I lit the candles and an unexpected plan came into full view. Her hips were softly swaying as she was laughing along with the guests.  How could I resist such an easy mark. Without warning, and I knew she couldn't respond, without letting the world no my act. I pulled down her panties, and she had to step out of them or acknowledge what I had done. Still trying to keep a sensible conversation with our guest, a slid two fingers deep in her pussy, from behind, and teased as I had never dome before. How long could she stay calm, but squeezing her thighs tight together, to say "you better stop that, I can't keep control." I could feel her pussy working on my fingers, and still talking to friends.  I leaned across her, to get into the conversation. Sip on my brandy, lifted her skirt with my other hand, and managed to press my cock between her thighs and into her pussy. I made up my mind, amidst all the chatter, the back and forth talk among us and friends on the other side of the low wall, I would get my satisfaction from where she left off before. So subtly I fondled her as with my one free hand, and held her in place as she's trying to squirm her way out of a situation, one of do or don't.  How could she keep talking and making sense, keep a straight face, with orgasm so near. And someone remarked, "are you feeling ok?"</I></div> <div> <I>"you look a little flushed"</I></div> <div> <I>"It's the brandy, it does it to me every time. I like the taste, but makes me blush and my face scrunch up at the first few sip."</I></div> <div> <I>I whispered in her ear as I slid my cock in deeper. I was so close to coming, and she knew.</I></div> <div> <I>"ohhhh you feel so hot and wet,"</I></div> <div> <I>with a breathless whisper, I barely heard, gritting her teeth, as her orgasm came</I></div> <div> <I>"uuigghhhffffff, this is not fair, aaggghh I hope you're having fun."</I></div> <div> <I>"even more fun than in the kitchen," a low hum in her ear.</I></div> <div> <I>All I could do was sip on my brandy as I came, hiding the tremors, at least I hoped, too late to look back, I had lost control.  I withdrew myself from her wet warmth, straightened her skirt, replaced the culprit and zipped up my pants.</I></div> <div> <I>The chatter among friends still going strong. Someone said, talking about repairs on their home.</I></div> <div> <I>"If you turn your back for a minute, they'll try to screw you every time."</I></div> <div> <I>of course I said, "ain't that the truth, I know what you mean."</I></div> <div> <I>"but it catches up with them later." she said</I></div> <div> <I>ooopppss, I knew I had a problem,</I></div> <div> <I>The guests they linger, I know this is not good, another brandy for her, a wine for him, the chatter goes, of course among good friends, from house repairs,</I></div> <div> <I>"he grunts like a bear, climbing a tree," she says "I have to open my eyes to make sure it's till him."</I></div> <div> <I>And you my dear ? "Like a squeaking mouse choking on cheese, eeeecchh  eeecchhhh eeeeeecchhhh" </I></div> <div> <I>So here we are exchanging the intimate sound effects of each other's partners.  The neighbors casually peek across the fence. Perhaps they hope to stumble on  some naughty goings on.  With just a few candles, not much to see, shadows moving, so much for their imagination. But guests thinning out, talk of arousal sounds, it's time to head for their private chambers and play out the scenes we've been  chuckling about. The last guest "booted" out, I think it's time we relax again. </I></div> <div> <I>First let's clean up some of this mess, leftovers to the kitchen, not much left of the chocolate mousse or whipped cream, I guess they must have enjoyed all the deserts we fixed. </I></div> <div> <I>Nice and quiet sitting out here in the garden, one little candle barely flickering, warm clear night, sip another brandy, a few more hours and another day begins.</I></div> <div> <I>Neighbors also retired to their den of debauchery, silhouettes behind translucent drapes, lights dimmed, now disappear. </I></div> <div> <I>She softly takes my hand to her knee, guides it so very slowly along her a warm thigh, such a subtle smile of pleasure in her eyes, I guess it's time to pay my dues, my hand she lingers just above her knee, and then with one sudden thrust, tight to her pussy, clamped between her hot thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"Jesus Christ . . What is THAT?" The sloppiest mess I'd ever felt beneath a ladies skirt. She lifts her skirt, and there I see.</I></div> <div> <I>With an enticing, "your time has come",  smile, </I></div> <div> <I>"When you tidy this to my satisfaction you may be forgiven for your earlier marauding at the wall"</I></div> <div> <I>And there it was, between her tender thighs, the mousse and whipped cream I had thought had been enjoyed by our guests.  </I></div> <div> <I>She laid back on the lounger, one leg across the back, <IMG SRC="145dc950.jpg" border=0 width="220" height="149" ALIGN="RIGHT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8"></I></div> <div> <I>"Enjoy" she snickered, "I know I will." With both her hands guided my course. A midnight desert, for pleasures received, for pleasures to give.  What a pleasing, delicious mess to devour from between her now quivering, squirming, shaking thighs. The more I licked, and nibbled, the more animated her body became. Her hands so firmly in my hair, guiding, directing every move, pulling my lips down tighter to her clit, thrusting her hips up to my lips, one thigh now around my back, then both, locked so tight, clamped to my ears, only muffled sounds I hear, and squishing sounds of all these deserts she had hidden under her skirt.  Her orgasms came, each more explosive than the previous, without breaks, her clitty wrenching between my sucking lips, one finger deep in her wet heat,  till I could hold onto her violent thrusting no longer.  My cock now aching, I slid myself up through her tightly clamped thighs, impaled her with all I had. With one more explosive orgasm, and mine, we were locked together without reserve of expression, nor action, and collapsed as we were.</I></div> <div> <I>"WOW, that was good."  she said in a soft weak voice,</I></div> <div> <I>A few limp minutes we lay as we collapsed, then somehow managed to untangle ourselves and slowly up the stairs, a trail of "destruction" left behind, it can all wait till later today. Nice hot shower, we washed each other of deserts and playful decadence, a few more fondles, just for a tease, cock still limp and pussy almost asleep, then slid between the sheets.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>. . . . . . fini</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>