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Pizza Pleasure - Simon - 11-20-2025
Desire, that delicious tormentor, had plagued my dreams the entire night before, teasing me with the sensation of moist lips suckling my peaked nipples while deft fingers delved wantonly into the aching softness of my cleft. Fingers, lips and tongue massaging and pleasuring my flesh… pussy licking… there was only one whom my mind could confidently conjure as the master over my body, the only person who could leave me quivering and panting for more…
As I pillaged through drawer after drawer an idea began to dawn, one I was certain would please in more ways than one. With a mischievous smile, I pulled out a pair of hold-ups and a matching bra and panty set, my favourite set that I owned by far. I slowly pulled the delicate fabric up my legs before slipping the flesh coloured panties firmly into place, my fingers smoothing down the black lace of my brassiere as I settled it comfortably around the soft curve of my breasts. I ran the palm of my hand lightly across my nipples, teasing them into peaked buds while I ran my freed fingers down the soft skin of my inner thigh, the promise of plump lips and the touch of a talented tongue filling my body with an aching need I suspected I would not be able to ignore…
With my hands thoroughly coated in flour I determinedly laid the dough out across the surface of the kitchen island, my fingers sinking in as I began to master it with as much enthusiasm as an admittedly novice in the kitchen could muster. I picked up the dough and slapped it back down atop the table, my fingers kneading forcefully into it as I repeated the process over and over again. My mind began to wander as I worked, each smack of my palm against the dough and knead of my fingers teasing from my memory the sharp sound of a palm connecting with my upraised buttock with a resounding smack! followed closely by the feeling of fingertips massaging my reddened skin and a soothing kiss from my lover’s lips as I whimpered helplessly against the pain…
I inhaled sharply as I felt my body responding to the images my memories and stories stubbornly coaxed forward, my pussy swelling wetly with suppressed desire as I battled desperately against where my urges wished for my fingers to go the most… Pulling back with a curse I aggressively began to knead and twist the dough once more in an attempt to stay focused on the task at hand. I bit into my lower lip and stoically tried to steady my concentration, but try as I might I could not stave off the succulent phantom sensation of my lover’s mouth buried deeply between my thighs, sucking and licking my clit while I ground wantonly into the pleasurable pressure with abandon…
“Oh god I can’t stand this,” I moaned helplessly, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as I felt any control I had managed to hold onto slipping away. Finally, with a groan I gave in to the pleasure, my breath expelling in panting gasps as I brought one flour-covered finger to my lips. I suckled it and ran my tongue up and down its length while my freed hand slowly caressed the curve of my exposed buttock. I then pulled my soaked panties down my legs and bent over at the waist, my wet finger trailing downward to caress my feverish flesh with one stroke starting from the bottom of my slit before brushing lightly across my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my legs shaking as I frantically kicked off my slippers and placed my panties on top of them.
I ran my finger effortlessly up and down my slit, teasing my body with touches that were frustratingly light and just not quite firm enough to satisfy. I tempted myself, again and again, my eyelids heavy with pleasure as an idea began to take shape. My lips curved once again into a naughty smile and I found myself ever so carefully climbing onto the island. I carefully lowered my buttock into the dough, settling myself into the softness as I eagerly leaned back and spread my legs apart atop the table.
One finger soon became two as I began to pleasure myself once again, my fingers becoming my lover’s as I slid them back and forth across my slick skin. I was so wet, so incredibly swollen with lust that I felt almost wild with the need for release. My pelvis moved in harmony with my hand as I moved it back and forth across my lips, mewling moans escaping from my mouth as I rocked myself forward and back and ground myself into the dough beneath me. I leaned my head back and pressed the tip of a finger slightly in and out of my body, tendrils of electric heat pulsating upward as I stroked my cleft in unison.
As a strangled moan escaped from my throat my eyes fluttered open, the hour of the day catching my attention and reminding me of just how soon my special guest would arrive. Summoning my dwindling resolve I managed to convince myself to climb back down to the floor. Inhaling deeply I released the strings of my suddenly much too confining apron and picked up the nearby rolling pin. I began to move it back and forth across the dough, my core clenching with frustration as I tried to focus more on the meal that in all honesty probably should have been finished some time ago. As I flattened the dough beneath the pin my cleft happened to briefly brush against the smooth corner of the table, and that light touch sent shivers of desire outward into every inch of my skin.
I pressed myself back against the table once more until my focus settled back onto the rolling pin. I lifted it closer to my face and studied it carefully before pressing it against my lips. I flicked my tongue across its smooth surface tentatively as I imagined it handled confidentially in every meal the one whose touch I craved the most needed its aid in creating. With this thought in my mind, I ran the back of my tongue up the pin’s smooth surface before circling further upward. I suckled one of its tips firmly between my lips as I pushed one of our kitchen stools up against the door of our cabinets before settling comfortably upon it.
I leaned my back carefully against the cabinet doors and pressed the middle of the pin tentatively against my aching cleft. With exquisite slowness, I ran the pin up and down my quivering flesh, pleasure radiating ever outward with each press of the pin against my skin. I panted heavily as I partially pulled down the left cup of my bra, freeing my breast in the process. I cupped my breast within my palm as I continued to pleasure myself with the pin, my eyes rolling back with delight as I brushed my fingertips across my nipple until it pebbled beneath my touch.
I kneaded my breast and traced the outline of my nipple with my finger while I stroked the pin back and forth, back and forth, my arousal heating it with a wet embrace. I groaned deeply as I worked my hips in unison, thrusting them forward and back enthusiastically with each delicious caress of the pin between my thighs. I was so wet, so insatiably aroused, the entire breadth of my body entirely focused on the need for orgasmic release.
As I sat there with my legs invitingly open and my back pressed so firmly into the cabinet behind me the fingers around my breast faded away and instead became the lips of my lover, sucking and pulling at my nipple with enthusiastic abandon, while the pin took on the shape of a certain pair of hands, holding my pink lips open with one while the other circled and brushed over my clit with agonizing precision. My breaths became heavier than before as I felt my control beginning to slip, the soaked pin gliding effortlessly across my folds upward and back as I imagined being salaciously surrounded, this time mastering the pin while continuously playing with the peaked bud of my exposed breast…until with a deep, drawn-out moan I finally let myself go, my orgasm suddenly seizing complete control over my body.
“Oh god, oh god…” I groaned over and over again, my back bowing and my hips bucking helplessly against the rolling pin as succulent sensation washed through every nerve ending hidden within my skin. I keep my balance as best I could, rational thought drowning beneath the weight of my orgasm. It completely possessed me, washing over me with wave after wave of pleasure that forced wordless cries from my throat and wanton thrusts from my hips. I gave myself over to the power of it so that when it eventually began to recede I found myself sagging in my seat with satisfied exhaustion, my heart beats descending back into a calm rhythm once again.
With an indulgent smile, I leisurely stretched and made my way over to the oven, my mind in a delicious haze of sexual satisfaction as I preheated it before heading back to the kitchen island. I felt languid and relaxed as I added the final touches to the pizza, a few pieces here and there I tasted before situating them on top. Once the oven was ready I slipped the pizza inside, and as I stepped away my mobile phone began to buzz nearby. “Hello sweetie,” I purred into the phone, ignoring the curious answer in response to the tone of my voice by simply saying that I had prepared a special treat for dinner. The occupant of all my feverish fantasies was only a few blocks away and would arrive home soon, so after hanging up I settled myself comfortably onto our sofa.
I giggled to myself as I heard a muffled clang and curse from outside, not surprised at all by the clumsiness on the other side of the door. Once I could discern the jingling of keys in the lock I stood up, waiting expectantly as my lover opened up of the door and with a gasp of surprise let her purse fall to the floor. She took in my undressed state, her eyes wide as I strode forward and sunk my hands into her blonde curls. I pulled her into me and pressed my mouth into her’s with a forceful kiss, plunging my tongue inside while I grabbed her right hand and pressed it firmly into my moistened cleft. I swivelled my hips against her fingers and ran a hand down her knee-length skirt before nipping her neck and whispering heatedly into her ear, “Dinner will be ready soon, but I think just this once dessert should come first…”
THE END