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Natalie had such a look of delight as our limo drove us through the bustling city. It was alive with all the inhabitants bustling through downtown. But none of them appeared as lively as my fiancee. Natalie glowed. My redhead beauty squirmed beside me, her large, fake tits jiggling in the tight sheath dress she wore, her nipples poking hard.

She had thrown herself into planning our wedding. She wanted it to be perfect.

I wanted her to be happy.

A year ago, if you told me I would be getting married, I would have laughed. I had everything I needed. I had the power to control anyone with a word. The world obeyed my commands. I could rule it if I wanted to put up with the headache.

I was content with punishing those who were rude. Asshole, bitches, jackasses, cock-suckers, cunts, and self-centered butt-munchers. I put them in their places. Punished them. It was fun to come up with new ways to do it.

In Natalie, I found a woman that wanted to punish them as much as I did. She reveled in it. I found a woman whom I couldn’t control. She was immune to it and yet she was so thrilled to just do whatever I wanted because it made her wet.

She may be the kinkiest woman in the world. That innocent, youthful face hid a perverse soul. She was at home spanking a whore, pissing in a slut’s mouth, and fucking a cunt’s asshole with the biggest strap-on she could find.

“They are highly recommended,” Natalie was saying. “Gourmet Delights did Genevieve Swan’s wedding.”

“Who?”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “She’s the heir to the Swan Fortune. One of the biggest socialites in the city.”

“Only because I haven’t met her,” I said. “She sounds like someone who would end up sucking bums off at Central Station.”

Natalie giggled. “Probably. But this company are the ones who catered her wedding.”
“And if that’s what you want, then we’ll have it,” I told her. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles.

She squealed in delight.

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Natalie

I just couldn’t stop squirming as I sat in the Tasting Room—didn’t that make this sound so elegant; the Tasting Room—at Gourmet Delights. It was a dining room with a table in the center covered in a white table cloth. It had a centerpiece of pink roses in a silver vase polished to a mirror finish. The walls were covered in elegant wallpaper with the ceiling covered in tiles edged in gold molding. It was breathtaking. I felt like I was at an expensive restaurant.

All alone with the man I love.

The Man wore a blazer today with a silk shirt, the top few buttons undone. He looked handsome and suave, a man of importance taking his ease. He was in command of the room, dominating the situation.

A year ago, I had been struggling to make rent and working my minimum wage job as the receptionist at Amazons, an all-women’s gym. Now I was about to marry the most powerful man in the world. He controlled people with his words. It was amazing. Made me so wet.

“Now, here is what I was thinking for an appetizer before the main course,” said Caroline, the owner. She wore a business pantsuit of a light purple, a blazer of a darker purple blouse. She was in her thirties, professional, her brown hair in a ponytail that swayed behind her. She strolled forward holding a silver tray with a dish on it. It was stacked with something dark, almost like raisins. They had a sticky gleam to them. “Candied dates made with a scintillating rose honey and sprinkled with fine almonds.”

“Ooh, dates,” I said in delight as she set the dish down before me.

“Now, they are a little sticky,” she said, “so I can understand why you wouldn’t want them at your wedding, but they are my favorite dish.”

“Wonderful,” I said and grabbed one. The sticky honey, caramelized over the dates, clung to my fingers. I popped it into my mouth and chewed. The amazing flavor melted across my tongue. I groaned at it, a shiver racing through my body. “Oh, my god, that’s good.”

The Man grabbed one and popped it into his mouth. He chewed on it for a moment and then he smiled. “That is good.”

Caroline, however, was frowning. “I’m sorry, it’s missing the almonds. I’ll be right back. Very sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I said.

“It’s not fine.” Caroline snagged up the dish. “This is for your wedding. It cannot be fine, it must be perfect. I am terribly sorry. This will not happen on your special day.”

She whirled around and marched for the back room, her ass looking nice in her pantsuit. She pushed into the swinging door that led into the kitchen. I sucked the honey off my finger, loving the taste of it.

“I thought it was fine,” the Man said.

“But it can’t be fine,” I said in a melodramatic huff, “it must be perfect.”

“Oh, no, Bridezilla is awakening.”

I giggled. “Tokyo better watch out because—”

“What do you call this?” shouted from the kitchen. “Huh, Klara? I brought these out to them and there were no almonds in them.”

“I hadn’t had a chance to put them in. You took them—”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. That’s all you do. Just sob about how you can’t do this task right. Or how you fuck that task up. I’m getting sick of it. Stop blaming me for your mistakes!”

“S-sorry!”

The Man’s face darkened. It sounded like this was Caroline’s fault. My jaw tightened. That wasn’t good at all. But I knew the Man would take care of it. If Caroline thought she could be a bitch, she would learn.

Would the Man turn her into a real bitch like that terrible cunt from the gym? She was our pet now. I didn’t even remember her name. It didn’t matter because she was a bitch now, crawling on her hands and knees with her butt plug tail shoved up her ass.

The door opened and Caroline rushed back out holding the dish. She had a smile on her lips. All signs of her bitchiness were gone. We were her customers. She wanted to impress us. She wouldn’t speak that way to the Man or me.

But the truth of her was revealed.

“I am so sorry,” she said, her voice light and airy. “Klara fixed her mistake. This is how they are. You see how the almonds cling to them. It adds this crunch that is quite pleasing. Please, please try them.”

The mind controller stared at her, his eyes hard. “You like to use your mouth to yell a lot.”

“Only when Klara gives me a reason,” Caroline said, still smiling. “Now, she has the pheasant in the oven. And we’ll also have the salmon for you to taste. And, of course, more appetizers. We have a wonderful fried eggplant stuffed with—”

“A woman’s mouth isn’t made for yelling,” the Man said, cutting her off. “Do you know what it’s made for?” He pushed back his chair.

“No,” Caroline said. She looked confused. “I’m so sorry if you heard me dealing with my lazy cook. I need to fire her, but she’s good when she’s supervised. Amazing, but she—”

“Your mouth, Caroline, offends me,” the man said. “I don’t want to hear you talking. Your mouth was made for pleasure. For sucking cock.” He pulled out his dick with practiced ease. Caroline let out a soundless gasp. She stepped back as his dick throbbed as it thrust up into the air. A thick slab. Bigger than any I had enjoyed before I met him.

It was a magnificent specimen. My pussy cream soaked my thighs. My clit throbbed.

“Well?” the Man said. “When a man’s dick needs sucking, a bitch like you puts her mouth to use.”

She shuddered and then she fell to her knees before him. She grabbed his cock and sucked it into her mouth. He smiled as he leaned back in his ornate chair. Caroline made such sloppy sounds as she worshiped my Man’s cock. My cunt clenched. I licked my lips in envy.

I could suck on his dick for hours.

“Klara,” I called. “Klara, could you come in here. We need your help.”

“What?” a woman asked. Her voice was timid.

“Caroline needs you to do something with the dates,” I said, a smile growing. “Bitch, take off your pants and panties.”

“You obey Natalie like you obey me, bitch,” growled the Man.

The woman whimpered and then sucked harder. She nursed on that cock with a hungry mouth and then unfastened the pastel pants she wore. At the same moment, the kitchen doors swung open and a woman in a chef’s outfit came out.

Klara was a young woman, in her mid-twenties, with a petite body. She had black slacks on and a chef’s coat buttoned up before her. On her head, she had a chef’s cap. She pulled it off as she approached, her blonde hair spilling out. Then she gasped, seeing her boss pulling down her pants as she sucked on the Man’s cock.

“It’s okay, Klara,” I said, squeezing my thighs. “We’re punishing Caroline for being such a cunt to you.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” the Man said, his voice throaty with pleasure. Caroline sucked with noisy passion.

The shock and apprehension in Klara’s face melted away. Then something like delight shone. “Punish her?”

“Yes, we’re punishing her for being a nasty cunt who yelled at you for her own mistake.” Anger swelled through me. “So she’s using her mouth to do something good. Sucking my Man’s cock like the dirty, nasty whore she truly is.”

“Oh, my,” Klara said. “She does that all the time. She blames me for everything. She yells at me. She makes me cry. I hate this job.”

I smiled as Caroline shoved down her panties. Her brown-furred muff appeared. She wasn’t wet at all. I stood up and moved around to get a good look at that ass. I smacked it hard. The sound echoed. She squealed in pain around the Man’s cock.

He groaned in delight. His hand grabbed the bitch’s ponytail. He gripped it tight. He forced her mouth to work up and down his cock. He groaned, the pleasure he received made me smile and my cunt ache.

“Klara, come here and give her a spank,” I said. I grabbed the bowl of dates and brought it to the table’s edge. “Come on. Punish the cunt who treated you like shit!”

SMACK!

The stinging slap from my second spank echoed through the room. Caroline groaned. Klara licked her lips. Then the blonde woman moved closer. Her blue eyes were wide as she stared down at the bitch of a boss she worked for. I grinned at her, so excited that she could be here to see this.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “Spank that ass. Just smack it nice and hard.”

Klara cracked her hand down on that ass. Caroline bucked. The red handprint blossomed, the color rising across the bitch’s butt-cheek. My pussy clenched, a wave of heat rising through my body. I squirmed there, my cunt dripping cream down my thighs.

“Just like that,” I moaned, my hips wiggling.

CRACK!

“Yes!” I gasped.

“You’re the bitch!” Klara hissed. “You’re the fucking cunt that always messes up. I’m tired of you blaming me!”

CRACK!

“Yes, yes,” growled the Man. “Mmm, she sucks so hard when you spank her.”

CRACK!

“Good!” gasped Klara. “I always knew you were a cock-sucking bitch! You’re the worst boss ever. Your business would be in the shit without me.”

CRACK!

“Yes, yes, in the shit!” I gasped, swaying, my cunt getting wetter and wetter. “Mmm, now look at these dates. I think they’re still missing something. This horrible, stuck-up slut thought she could bring us out dates that weren’t ready. Can you believe that, Klara?”

“Yes, I can!” she hissed, her face twisting with passion. “She fucks up royally every day. She’s such an idiot. I don’t know how she ever got so good at this.”

Caroline just kept sucking on the Man’s cock. A tear ran down her cheek as she was belittled by her beleaguered employee. I loved it. My hips wiggled from side to side, my pussy getting so hot and juicy. So ready to get wild.

“Now,” I said to Klara, “this cunt took out the dates without first soaking them in her pussy for us. Can you believe that?”

Klara’s eyes bulged, shocked by my words.

“I can’t,” growled the Man. “She’s trying to act like they’re perfect, but the dumb bitch fucked up. Again. Luckily, we have her amazing shaft to help her out. Soak those dates in her cunt.”

“Yes!” Klara hissed, accepting the Man’s words. “You are such a dumb shit, Caroline. How could you forget something that important? Oh, right, you’re a moron that would rather look like the next Martha Stewart than pay any attention to what she’s doing!”

CRACK!

Caroline’s ass rippled from that impact. I whimpered while the slut moaned around the Man’s cock. Then Klara grabbed the bowl of dates and started pulling them out. She shoved the sticky delights into Caroline’s cunt, pushing them through the mat of brown hairs to penetrate that twat.

The bitch moaned as Klara stuffed more and more dates into her snatch. I swayed there, loving the sight. It made me so wet to see more and more of the treats being pressed into the bitch’s snatch. I fanned my face. My nipples throbbed.

“If you weren’t such a stuck-up whore, you would have known to do this!” Klara spat, forcing in more dates.

“Stuff that cunt!” the Man groaned, fucking Caroline’s mouth up and down his dick. “Yes!”

The Man bucked in his chair. My pussy clenched. A wave of heat washed over me as he flooded the cunt’s mouth with his jizz. Caroline moaned and then swallowed down his passion. I smiled, loving the sounds she made as she gulped down his cum.

The pleasure crossed my lover’s face. He grunted with each eruption, basting her mouth. She swallowed load after load after load. The Man could cum more than any male alive. I loved hearing her whimper while Klara shoved more dates into the slut’s pussy.

“Fucking bitch,” the Man groaned. “That’s what your mouth is for. Not for yelling at your amazing cook.”

Klara beamed.

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I glanced at Klara as the bitch slid her mouth off my dick. “You’re the cook. Do things your way. I want you to get somethings to prepare out here. Make it humiliating for her. Make it wicked and delicious.”

“Yes,” Klara said.

“You’re in charge of her now,” I said. “You are the cook. This is your kitchen. She’s just the bitch that gets the clients. She can never yell at you again, can you?”

Caroline looked at me, and then she just sucked on the tip of my cock.

“You can speak, bitch,” I snarled. “But you can’t yell. If you do, you have to find the filthiest bum you can and suck his dick after you do it. Understand.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

“Sir,” echoed Natalie. She looked about to faint with excitement.

Klara returned from the kitchen with a thick cucumber and a can of whipped cream. She sets it down and then starts unbuttoning her chef’s coat. She rips it off, wearing just a stretchy tank top beneath. She has small breasts.

“Get naked, bitch,” I growled. Then I softened my voice. “You, too, honey.”

Natalie winked at me and then ripped off the sheath dress she wore. Her large breasts bounced out. They were so firm and huge. G-cup tits that were the perfect size and ripeness. They swayed as she smiled at me.

I loved what she looked like. She was sexy as fuck. Her breast swayed together. She had a pussy dripping with her excitement. I stared at her with hunger, not even paying attention to the other two stripping naked until Klara spoke.

“Shove that cucumber into my cunt!” hissed Klara. “Bitch, you need to get it soaked in my pussy cream. We have discerning guests here.”

“Fine,” snapped Caroline.

“Was that a pout?” Natalie asked, her hands squeezing her tits.

“Yes, it was,” I said. “Klara is your cook, whore. You will obey her without being a cunt. If you ever speak to her like that, you will have to find the dirtiest bum to fuck you in the ass without lube.”

Caroline’s face paled. “S-sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me, cunt! Apologize to the gorgeous and saintly Klara whom you insulted.”

“I’m so sorry, Klara,” Caroline gasped. She knelt naked, her large breasts swaying beneath her. They were a gorgeous pair. She grabbed the cucumber off the table. “I’ll fuck this in and out of you and get it nice and soaked.”

“I have to cum for that,” Klara said, her naked body perched on the table. She had small breasts, barely more than budding mounds. It was a shame she was so slender and petite. If she had big tits, she would be so hot.

“To show her your gratitude,” I told Caroline as she brought the cucumber to her cock’s shaved twat, “you’re going to pay to have Klara get a boob job so she can have the big tits she deserves. I’ll give you the name of a great doctor.”

“O-okay,” said Caroline.

Then she thrust the cucumber into Klara’s pussy. The blonde shuddered. She leaned back, her blonde hair swaying. To my delight, Natalie grabbed the chef’s hat and popped it back on Klara’s head. My fiancee gave a satisfied nod.

My dick throbbed as I watched Caroline pleasuring Klara. The bitch pumped that thick, green vegetable in and out of Klara’s cunt. The cook moaned, her body trembling as she received that naughty pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, marinade that cucumber in me!” groaned Klara. “Mmm, and you better not let any of those dates spill out of your cunt!”

“I won’t,” gasped the bitch. “I’ll do a good job.”

“Miss Klara,” I said.

“Miss Klara,” repeated the bitch.

I smiled, my dick hard. Natalie was watching, her thighs gleaming. She needed pleasure, too. I grabbed a can of whipped cream. It was cool from the refrigerator. It had that slender, white nozzle you pushed on to get the contents to whiz out.

“Sit beside Klara, my love,” I told Natalie. “I need to feast on some sweet pie.” I held up the whipped cream. “And I have the good stuff to put on it.”

“Yes!” Natalie gasped, sitting beside Klara. My redhead’s big tits jiggled as she threw her legs wide. Her shaved twat appeared, her pussy lips spreading open to reveal her juicy depths. Her sweet musk filled my nose. “Bon appetit!”

Licking my lips, I fell to my knees before the woman I loved. I brought the can of whipped cream to her pussy. I pressed it right against her twat, just above her clit, and pushed on the nozzle. With a whoosh, the fluffy white delight gushed out. I coated her snatch.

She gasped and shuddered above me. Her big tits heaved as I covered her pussy in the sugary delight. She trembled and whimpered. Her face twisted in pleasure. She leaned back and grinned down at me as I dived my head down to her cunt.

I feasted on her.

I licked and lapped and devoured the cream adorning her pussy. My tongue flew over her twat. I lapped up all that wonderful delight. I savored every bit of the sugary cream adorning her vulva. Beneath it was the sweetness of her pussy.

She groaned as I rubbed my face into the mess. I didn’t care that it was dripping down my chin. I just wanted to lick it all up. My tongue bathed over her plump vulva, cleaning up all the cream that adorned her twat.

“That’s it,” gasped Klara. “Mmm, you can go faster. Really get that cucumber in my cunt, whore!”

“Yes, Miss Klara!” Caroline moaned. I could hear the rhythm increasing as I feasted on my Natalie’s cunt. “Like that?”

“Yes!” gasped the cook.

“Mmm, that’s so hot to watch,” moaned Natalie. “You’re finally being a decent human being and not a bitch. Klara is a person, not a doormat for you to walk over.”

“That’s right!” Klara moaned. “I’m in charge. You’re going to be making up for all that nastiness. Ooh, lick my clit while you do it. Flick that tongue over my bud. Make me cum!”

“Yes, Miss Klara,” the cunt moaned.

I loved it. She was learning her place. It made my dick throb hard. But I had a yummy pussy to feast on. A delicious, sweet pie to devour. And it was all out of whipped cream. I had licked up all that sugary treat.

I pressed the nozzle into my Natalie’s cunt. She stared down at me, her green eyes expectant. I pushed the nozzle deeper, her pussy lips clenching around it. My smile broadened as I pushed on the nozzle.

WHOOOOSH!

She gasped as the whipped cream shot into her cunt. Her breasts heaved. Cream burst out around the nozzle and spilled over my hand. I pulled away and licked up the delight off my thumb. I stared at the cream melting out of her cunt and running down to her ass.

I smacked my lips, eager to feast.

“Sir!” my fiancee gasped. She still called me that even now. But she said it with such love as I buried my lips into her pussy and attacked that lovely cream.

Hers and the whipped variety.

The white delight poured out of her twat as I wrapped my arms around her legs. I pulled her cunt tight to my mouth and devoured her. I licked and lapped at all the wonderful cream that leaked out of her snatch.

The two flavors—whipped cream and cunt—mixed together. My Natalie squeezed her thighs around my head. Her breasts heaved above me. Those two perfect spheres. So big and firm. She got those for me. She would do anything to please me.

And I would do anything for her.

“Yes, yes, Sir,” moaned Natalie. “Too bad we can’t serve this for our guests. That would be wild.”
“Yeah,” I groaned and thrust my tongue into her snatch. I fluttered around in her. I caressed her with hunger, licking and lapping at her with a furious delight. “But this is my dessert.”

“It is, Sir!”

She shuddered as I licked up more and more of her sweet cream while beside me, Klara gasped and moaned, getting her twat reamed out by that cucumber. The sounds were so naughty, swelling the pressure in my dick. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved it.

My tongue fluttered with more and more hunger. I feasted on her with all my passion. I would make her explode. She would have such a huge orgasm. Her cream would gush out. She would shower me in her delight.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Sir!” She grabbed the can. “I think you’re running out.”

I pulled my lips away and she fired a fresh whoosh of whipped cream across her pussy lips. “Thanks.”

I licked it up off of her pussy, gathering it all up in a single go. She shuddered at that, her body trembling. Her sweet cream mixed with the sugary dessert. I brushed her clit and sucked on it. She gasped and bucked beside me.

“Ram that cucumber into my cunt faster!” hissed Klara. “Come on, you bitch! I want to cum on it.”

“I’m not a…” Caroline’s words trailed off. “I mean, yes, Miss Klara. I’ll make you cum hard.”

“Because you’re my bitch now, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

Klara moaned. It sounded like she was cumming now, her pussy spasming around that vegetable. I loved it. I sucked hard on my Natalie’s clit. She gasped. Her breasts heaved above me. I rammed two of my digits into her pussy. Her hot cunt squeezed around them.

“Fuck, yes, bitch!” hissed Klara. “That’s how you make me cum. You are my bitch! Ooh, you’re going to make up for so much of the shit you put me through. You don’t get to walk all over me any longer!”

“That’s right!” Natalie gasped, her pussy clenching down on my fingers. “Oh, Sir, that’s it. That’s what I need to feel. You’re going to make me cum so hard. Yes, yes, you are. It’s already happening. I’m going to have such a huge explosion.”

“You are!” he growled. “Fuck, yes!”

I sucked hard on her clit and rammed a third finger into her cunt.

She gasped and bucked. Her pussy went wild around my digits. Her juices gushed out around them. I licked up her sweet cream as her cunt massaged my digits. Her tits smacked together. They rippled and writhed with the force of her passion. She was such a sexy and delightful thing.

She made me so happy to have her in my life.

“Oh, Sir,” she moaned as her pussy’s spasms slowed. “Oh, that was amazing, Sir. Did you enjoy your whipped pussy cream dessert?”

“God, I did,” I growled. “We need to get the maids to prepare every so often.”

“Mmm, I would love to try it,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“Now, I think I have a new dish I want to teach Klara and Caroline to make.”

“Oh,” Natalie asked, her eyes a buzz.

“Mmm, yes.” I stood up, my dick hard. “Bitch, I want you ramming that cucumber into my fiancee’s pussy.”

“Yes, sir,” whimpered the bitch.

“And what do you need from me?” asked Klara.

“Do you have maraschino cherries, a peeled banana, and chocolate syrup?” I asked.

“Of course. Bitch, before you fuck that pussy, go get them out of the kitchen.”

“But…” moaned the bitch. She shuddered, conflicting orders on her.

“Go!” I barked.

Still gripping the pussy-coated cucumber, she scrambled to her feet and darted for the kitchen. Klara watched with such satisfied delight on her face as that red-spanked ass vanished into the kitchen. I smiled, glad I could improve the beleaguered cook’s life.

Caroline scurried out a moment later with a bowl holding a pile of the bright-red candy cherries. On a small plate was a peeled banana. She held a bottle of gourmet chocolate syrup beneath her arm. I smiled as she brought them out. I grabbed one and popped it into my mouth. I loved them so much. I groaned.

“Now, what are we making, sir?” Klara asked. She was polite and eager to help me make something special.

It always livened my heart to meet someone who wasn’t a bitch or cunt or asshole. Someone good and polite and respectful. Some days, it felt like I only met the other kind. I smiled at her, eager to give her more pleasure.

“Why, we’re going to whip it up in your asshole,” I said. “And you are going to love my dick fucking your bowels, aren’t you?”

“Of course I will,” she moaned. “Should I bend over the table or lean back?”

“Bend over,” I said. “Mmm, really grind those tits into the table. We’re going to make something special. We’ll have Caroline taste test it and give us her verdict.”

“Yes, Sir,” moaned Klara.

She slid off the table and turned around. She bent over, presenting her slender rump at me. She wasn’t curvy, but she was sexy. She was making me so excited. My dick twitched and throbbed in anticipation of the fun to come.

“Yes!” Natalie gasped. “Ooh, bitch, ram that cucumber into me hard. I want you to fuck it. Yes, yes, like that!”

Caroline’s big tits jiggled as she worked the cucumber in and out of my lover’s pussy. it was a delicious sight to see. It made my dick throb so much. My cock ached as I watched the delight unfolding before me.

I pressed my dick into Klara’s butt-crack. Just as I found her asshole, I realized I’d need some lube first. I wasn’t thinking. I was used to fucking bitches in the ass dry and raw to punish them. I didn’t want to hurt Klara one bit.

So I went lower first. I found the entrance to her pussy. I thrust into her.

She groaned. “Sir?”

“Just doing the prep work,” I said. “You’re a cook. You can appreciate having everything ready to go, all your ingredients prepped, before plunging in.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her cunt clenching around me. “Oh, Sir, you are a rare man. Natalie’s lucky to have you.”

“You have no idea!” Natalie moaned. She glanced at me and beamed. “I thank God every day that I was working the day he walked into the gym.”

I winked at her.

My pussy soaked with pussy cream, I ripped it out of Klara’s cunt. I slid it up her taint and pressed it into her asshole. I stirred it around her sphincter, soaking it with the cream. I loved how she shuddered and then groaned. Then I pushed on her asshole. Her anal ring spread and spread.

She swallowed my cock.

I growled as I pressed into Klara’s tight bowels. I had a big dick, and it might be her first time experiencing anal. So I went slow. She trembled there, her supple back arching. She squeezed her asshole around my dick. She welcomed me into her with passion.

I groaned, loving every second of it. I slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. I reveled in that wonderful delight engulfing my dick. It was such a hot and tasty treat to enjoy. I groaned as she squeezed about me.

She gripped me as I sank deeper into her. Then I bottomed out in her. She groaned and shuddered on the table. She wiggled her hips around me. Her bowels clenched and relaxed about my dick as I let her get used to me.

“Oh, my god,” she groaned. “You’re so huge, Sir. Mmm, I love it. This is amazing.”

“We’re going to make something incredible,” I growled, my dick throbbing in her asshole.

Then I drew back. She gasped, her bowels clinging to me. She moaned, her body shaking. The sounds of her passion echoed through the Tasting Room. The tawdry sound at odds with the elegant space. I loved the dichotomy.

My busty fiancee shuddered beside me. She trembled, her face contorting with bliss. Her head tossed back and forth. She licked her lips, her eyes so wide with delight. Her red hair danced around her face while she cried out with rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck that cucumber into me!” she moaned. “Oh, you nasty slut. Mmm, yes, yes, you love fucking cucumbers into my cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes,” moaned Caroline. She glanced fearfully at me. “Yes, I do!”

I grinned and thrust back into Klara’s asshole.

I fucked her bowels. I reveled in the hot, tight grip of her anal sheath around my dick. That wonderful heat that soaked down my shaft to my balls smacking into taint. They struck her with meaty impacts while her butt-cheeks jiggled. She groaned, squirming atop the table.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Klara, her bowels gripping my dick. “Oh, Sir, this is incredible. I didn’t know I could cum from being ass-fucked, but you’re melting my cunt. Oh, my god, you’re melting it, and I’m going to explode!”

“Yes, you will!” moaned my lover. “You’re going to cum so hard on his cock. You’re going to milk his balls. Work out every drop of cum he has in them.”

“Yes,” I growled, thrusting away with force.

I ass-fucked her with powerful strokes. I rammed my dick deep into her bowels. She whimpered, her body trembling. She worked her hips, stirring her anal sheath around my dick and sending such pleasure rushing through me.

I would have such a huge orgasm. I would pump her full of all that jizz that was brimming in my balls. She groaned, clenching down around her. It was incredible to feel. She gasped and moaned, her bowels squeezing about me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Klara gasped. “Oh, that’s so good. You’re going to make me cum. You’re going to make me explode. I’m almost there.”

“Then cum!” gasped Natalie. “Cum on his cock and… and… Yes!”

She bucked beside me. Her breasts heaved and smacked together as the pleasure rushed through her body. Her face twisted in ecstasy. She looked so gorgeous as she came on the cucumber. Her juices gushed out around it.

“Rip that cucumber out of her and lick up her cream, bitch!” I snarled, hammering Klara’s bowels.
“Yes, Sir!” moaned the cunt. She did it. her brown ponytail swayed as she yanked the cucumber out of my fiancee’s squirting pussy.

Juices splashed across the bitch’s face. She pressed her lips against my lover’s cumming twat and drank down those sweet juices. Natalie’s face contorted in delight. Her moans echoed through the room. They resounded off the walls. They were so delicious to hear.

They inspired me. My balls ached. I fucked hard into Klara’s bowels. I hammered her. I came closer and closer to cumming with every thrust into her asshole. I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath, my balls cracking against her taint.

“I’m cumming!” she gasped, her passion echoing through the room.

The cook’s bowels spasmed around me. Her hot asshole sucked at my dick as I drew back. I groaned at the hot flesh massaging the tip of my dick. That wonderful ache swelled and swelled, hurtling me towards my orgasm. I would have such a huge one.

I growled and slammed back into her bowels, my balls brimming with cum. I would pumps so much into her. Just have her dripping with all that jizz. I slammed forward hard into her rippling asshole, her flesh sucking at me.

I slammed to the hilt in her over and over. Natalie shuddered beside me. She stared at me, her eyes glossy with her lust. Then she smiled at me. She bit her lower lip before leaning over and kissing me with all her passion.

Her tongue danced with mine.

“Cum in my asshole!” Klara howled as I fucked into her over and over again. I hammered her hard. “Flood my bowels!”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I buried to the hilt in her asshole. My balls smacked into her taint. The cum boiled in my nuts. Then it rushed out of me. A flood of my jizz gushed out of my cock and basted her spasming asshole.

I broke the kiss to growl, “Fuck, yes!”

Ecstasy hammered my mind as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum into Klara’s bowels. I groaned as the pleasure slammed through my body. Stars burst across my vision. The dizzying rapture swept over me. I groaned, my chest rising and falling as I reveled in every moment of this.

“Oh, my god, so much jizz!” gasped Klara.

“He’s amazing!” Natalie moaned. “He can keep cumming for as long as he wants! Just fill you up!”

I kept erupting as her asshole worked around my dick. Her flesh massaged me with that velvety delight as I pumped more and more of my seed into her depths. My mind melted beneath it. Twenty squirts. Twenty-five. I filled her up with my seed until…

“Fuck!” I growled and snagged the can of whipped cream.

I ripped my cock out and shoved the nozzle into her asshole.

WHOOSH!

“Oh, my fucking god, that’s cold!” Klara gasped as I filled her asshole with a different type of cream. “Mmm, but it’s also nice. I’m so fucking full.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, pulling the can from her. I grabbed the banana and pressed it against her asshole.

I had to be so careful now. My cock had loosened up her asshole and the whipped cream helped to lube it. I worked the banana into her asshole. I slid it deeper and deeper. I didn’t want to break it. She groaned as more and more of vanished into her.

The last third, I left thrusting out of her asshole. I grabbed the whipped cream and covered the fruit with the wonderful stuff. Then I opened the chocolate bottle and drizzled the mounds of fluffy sweetness with the streams of rich brown syrup. It covered parts of her ass, too.

Finally, I added a few cherries on top, making a sundae.

My lover stared at it with a wonderful delight. She looked down at the bitch holding the cucumber soaked in pussy cream. Natalie said, “Bitch, start eating. I want you to get all that banana and cum out of her asshole.”

“Yes, yes, you have to eat every bite so we can know it’s delicious,” Klara said. “Get to it, whore!”

“Yes, Miss Klara!”

Caroline had to stand up and bend over to really feast on that asshole. She took her first bite of the banana and the cherries, getting whipped cream and chocolate syrup all over her face. Then she took another bite. And a third.

Then she was at the cook’s asshole, her head buried between Klara’s sticky butt-crack. The cook groaned. Her face tensed. She was straining, pushing out the banana, now flavored by her sour musk, into Caroline’s mouth.

I grinned at Natalie and held out my hand to her. “Ready for our dessert?

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Natalie

Delight shivered through me. As Caroline feasted on the banana anal cum sundae, the Man dug out a pussy-coated date from Caroline’s pussy. They had been in her all this time, soaking in her pussy juices. He popped them into his mouth.

Groaned.

I grabbed one, too. I pulled out the delicious treat. I had loved the taste before it had been dunked in pussy cream. I thrust one into my mouth and bit into it. The spicy flavor of her cunt mixed with the caramelized honey and the fruity taste of the date. I moaned.

“Oh, my god, that’s good, Sir,” I said.

“Yes, it is,” he said and dug out another date. He popped it into his mouth. And then kissed me.

He thrust the date into my mouth. I shuddered as he pulled away from me. I chewed on the date, a naughty delight rippling through me. This was such a treat. I dug out a big date from that naughty cunt and put it on my tongue.

He sucked it off of me, his hands squeezing my tits. He chewed the date, swallowed it, and then kissed me. His lips tasted of whipped cream and pussy. I groaned as he kissed me with passion. He grabbed my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh.

He kneaded my rump as I trembled against him. The heat rushed through my body. This was so wild. Such a wonderful day. I threw my arms around his neck. I held him tight as Klara moaned beside us, loving getting her asshole licked out.

“Yes, yes, suck that cum and whipped cream out of me, whore!” groaned Klara.

“Yes, Miss Klara,” the cunt moaned. A moment later, he nasty sucking and slurping sounds made me shiver. My nipple throbbed against the Man.

I broke the kiss and said, “You are amazing. You know that, Sir?”

“And you’re not?” he asked.

I blushed and beamed at him. It was fate that brought us together. It had to be. We made a perfect couple. He was the key that fit into my lock. And when he turned, I burst with such passion. I kissed him again as I held him, my nipples throbbing.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Klara. “That’s it. Get it all out of me. Ooh, you are a nasty bitch.”

The Man broke the kiss and glanced down at the pair. “How do you like it, Caroline?”

“It’s degrading,” she moaned. “I could taste her asshole mixed with the treat. This can’t be served to our guests.”

“Oh, no, this is a treat that’s just for you,” I said. “Klara, whenever you feel like getting anal, make sure the bitch is around to enjoy her banana anal cum sundae.”

“Yes, Sir,” Klara said. “I think my boyfriend is going to like helping me make it all the time.”
“Perfect,” I said. “And those pussy-soaked dates are going to be at our wedding.”

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I walked out of Gourmet Delights with a pep to my step.

“Mmm, those pussy-flavored desserts are going to be great,” said Natalie. “Klara has such a yummy cunt. And Caroline’s spicy cream will be a big hit on those dates.”

“Having her buy Klara G-spot stimulator so she can really gush cream was a genius idea,” I said.
Natalie beamed at me. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I can’t wait for the wedding. That cake is going to be scrumptious.” I let out a hungry growl, just thinking about it.

“I just hope all our guests will be able to taste the pussy cream in it.” Natalie hooked her arm with mine.

“At least we’ll know.”

She burst into laughter as we stepped into the limo. Our driver, a naked woman with a huge pair of tits, closed the door. She once almost hit me in her car when I was crossing the street. I decided to make sure she was the best driver ever by making her into my chauffeur. No matter how hard that butt plug vibrated, she would keep her focus on the road and obey all the traffic laws.

Her frustrated moans made travel around the city a treat.

Natalie cuddled against me as we headed to our next appointment. We had to see the florist. And then there was the dressmaker. We had to meet with a stationary person for the perfect wedding invitations. The venue had to be approved. The band needed choosing. On and on and on it went, but Natalie wanted it.

So it was worth the effort.

Besides, there were always new bitches to punish. New cunts to grind into the floor and transform into something useful for society. Who knew what we could find. A bossy florist. A Bridezilla throwing a temper tantrum. A wedding planner who wanted to do things her way.

So many possibilities we would find as I put together the special wedding for the woman I loved.

To be continued…

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