Salad Cream!

Salad Cream!

The table has been laid for tea and I eye the salad with scorn as I pass by and find you busy in the kitchen, preparing some additional dish. I take you by the hand, ignoring your feeble protestations and I push you gently towards the granite worktop. You fold yourself over it wantonly as I see the heavy lidded look come into your soft brown eyes and I stroke the nape of your neck slowly with my fingers, feeling you shiver in anticipation.

Your skirt drops to the floor unwanted as I undo the buttons one by one and then your perfect posterior is only protected by a pair of thin cotton panties. My hands squeeze your cheeks, stroke across the material and then smack you gently, warming your flesh a little, preparing you for the more serious anguish that is to follow. I love the gentle rippling of your bottom cheeks under my palm and I spank you for minutes on end, enjoying the sensation before I roll your panties down and watch them fall to the floor.

The tiny splotches of red on your bottom lure my fingers to their warmth and I stroke and soothe your cheeks, sliding my palms over the bare flesh before I pick out a wooden spoon from the utensil jar and hold it against you, feeling you tense up. I spank you with it sharply, concentrating on the very centre of your buttocks and watching the pure white turn rapidly to pink and then to crimson as you moan and whimper with every blow that stings your bare bottom. I finish with ten crisp strokes that resonate around the kitchen, meeting your cries and making your bottom shiver splendidly with the impact.

The spoon slides between your thighs and I press the wood against your quim then slip it along your groove, You widen your stance, enjoying the friction of the rough wood against your slipperiness but then you squeal softly as I start to spank your pussy lips. Tiny strokes make you jerk a little, shifting your hips to escape the sharp sting as the spoon makes a squelchy sound then harder slaps make you squeal and your body tremble violently as you try to master the pain that sweeps through you. Twenty strokes leave you swollen yet aroused and my fingers slide deeply into you, two then three before I twist and rotate them inside you and feel your hips push back against me.

I start on your thighs and smack them sharply down to the knee and then back up on the very inside, such a tender morsel of womanly flesh as the white skin blossoms into red. I let you rest for a minute while I remove the rest of your clothing and then you stand, breasts swinging, hands high on head, as I take aim with the spoon and create crimson marks across your white tenderness. A hard stroke across your nipple makes you gasp but still you are brave enough to keep your hands on your head and take the next strike across the other nipple. I love you for it and I kiss each nipple tenderly, laving it with my tongue before sucking them in hard between my lips.

Obediently you crawl onto the worktop and spread yourself wide for me while I go to the fridge and extract a few items. The tomato is round, red and juicy as I place it against your bulging quim lips and it opens them wide as I push it gently into you. The pinkness gapes and suddenly the tomato is sucked in and vanishes. You expel it when I order and I feed it to your soft red lips, mashing it into them so that the juice runs down your chin and I take some and coat your nipples with it. The cucumber is next, massive and green, chill with slippery skin as it is straight from the fridge. I roll it down your skin and feel you shiver before I press the bulbous head against your soft pussy entrance and feed it to you slowly, watching your pink lips part around the green shaft as each inch slips inside you. I twist it and rotate it as I feed in every inch, watching your mouth open and shut as the phallic object moves further in until eight inches are inside and only a little remains.

I feel you shiver as you see me take the sharp knife and I run it down across your quaking flesh, through your pubic hair and across your spread lips until I can cut off the tip of the vegetable. I slice off some sections, two cover your eyes and another two hide your swollen nipples from me, leaving them shaded by translucent green parasols as I push the cucumber in further until your moist lips close around it. You use your internal muscles to push it out and then suck it back in and I watch your juices coat the end until I bend down and lick across the surface, tasting the tang of you with the vegetable. I feel you wriggle against my questing tongue as I tease your quim lips and then your erect clit with it, bringing you near to satisfaction then stopping to let you slip away.

I move you to the edge of the work surface so that I can view your spread quim and the tight puckered star beneath; a pulsing little entrance that quivers as I spread some lubricant on it, vinegar from the bowl on the table. It puckers up prettily as the acid bites and then I press my swollen glans, slippery with lust, against it and start to open you slowly and gently, watching the tight ring roll back around my cockhead until I pop inside you and you sigh; a long shudder that runs down your body and teases my plum with the ripples that surround it. I ease in further, inching in to your tight warmth until my balls bang against your cheeks and then I still myself while my fingers toy with the cucumber deep inside you, pushing it in then pulling it out while my thumb rests against your clit, feeling it throb with repressed desire.

I start to move as I feel your excitement grow, rhythmic slow strokes that slide deep inside and then pull out to the tip while I slide the cucumber in and out in time. Your mouth opens wider and I hear you gasp as you rise up to your crest and I stop, ceasing to move until you ask, pleading for release, for pleasure and I take pity on you. I move again and stroke your clit softly with my fingers as I plunge in and out of your warm arse hole, feeling it tighten and clench around my shaft while your quim sucks in the cucumber as you spasm into your climax. Your body shudders and shakes around me and you draw out my seed, sucking it out into your bottom as I jerk and writhe deep inside you, thrusting my soul out into you.

The cucumber tastes wonderful afterwards, marinaded in pussy cream, and I consider the merits of carrots and bananas as I watch you eat, salad cream dribbling out of the corner of your mouth like my own sweet come will later on.