u/DanielRedErotica

Inspired by image 4.

I’m a girl who likes to be organised and in control. When I cook, I have to prepare everything beforehand. I’m methodical. Precise.

Alice isn’t like me, of course, she’s the opposite, at least in that respect. When Alice cooks, it’s artful chaos, she does everything on the fly, at the very last second. She makes a huge mess, although, I have to admit, it works for her too. Her food is divine.

That Sunday afternoon, as I set about making a summer fruit tart, I laid everything out that I’d on the kitchen counter. I chopped the strawberries, I halved the raspberries, I even washed the blueberries before I tackled the pastry. It was all going perfectly, until Alice intervened.

“What you doing?” she asked as she strolled into our little kitchen.

Right away, I could tell she was bored. “Making us a tart.”

“Nice. Can I help?”

I winced. Alice’s ‘help’, at least in the kitchen, would be disastrous. “No. I’m good. I’ve done my prep, I’m just about to start.”

But Alice moved closer. She pressed her body into mine. One of her hands closed around my left buttock. “You look so hot in these little shorts. You know I can’t resist you in them.”

Her breath was ticklish on my neck as she whispered to me. How tightly she was gripping my ass, it put heat in me, right away, but my mind was set on cooking. “Give me half an hour to do this, then I’m all yours.”

“I can’t wait that long,” Alice sighed. “Just do what you have to. Don’t mind me.”

The fool that I was, I didn’t bat her off me. I tried to get on with my tart with Alice fondling me. I thought I’d be focused enough to ignore her.

As I cracked eggs and separated the yolks, Alice began to kiss my neck, sending little shivers through me, shivers that left tension in my lower body.

I did my best to put her out of my mind.

But as I added the sugar I’d already measured out into the yolks, one of Alice’s hands snaked around to my chest. She rubbed my tits through the old, long-sleeved t-shirt I was wearing. I didn’t have a bra on. As Alice closed over me, as she groped, she could toy with my nipples far, far too easily, and Alice knew exactly what that did to me. I sighed. I almost dropped the cornstarch. I moaned as she lightly pinched me through my top.

Alice was merciless with me, as if that little admission of my pleasure had spurred her on. Her hand slipped up my t-shirt to fondle my breasts properly, to allow her to really get a hold of my nipples. Her other hand went down the back of my shorts and into my knickers.

“I need to make this,” I complained.

“No. I need to fuck you.”

“Don’t you want this tart?”

“I want to eat you more.”

I whined.

“Make it later,” Alice whispered with her lips on my ear. “Let’s fuck first. You know you can’t say no to me.”

That irritated me, the confident way she said it. “I can’t say no to you?” I scoffed.

“No. You can’t”

“You’re not as tempting as you think.”

“I am,” Alice insisted.

“Fine then. I’m going to utterly ignore you. I’m making this tart, no matter what you do.”

And so, our little game, our competition, it was on. Would she be able to seduce me before my tart was ready to go into the oven, or would I win and resist her?

But Alice didn't play fair. She didn’t hold back. As she rolled one of my nipples between her thumb and fingers, as she kissed my neck and sucked on my earlobe in the way she knew I loved, that hand on my butt slid under and between my thighs. I groaned as Alice cupped my pussy, I couldn’t help it.

“You’re wet. You’re fucking soaking, already.”

I focussed on whisking the warm milk into my pastry. I tried so, so hard to.

Alice was merciless though. She slowly eased her forefinger into me. I closed my eyes, I bit my lower lip, it felt so good.

“I love the way you taste,” Alice murmured to me as she lazily pumped that digit back and forth.

She took it out of my pussy just as I was getting into it, just as I was losing my composure and rocking into her. Alice’s hand left my underwear as he raised it to her face. I only half-looked, but I saw her place her finger into her mouth. She moaned as sucked on it. “Fuck, you taste better than any tart. You taste to fucking good, Rach. So fucking good.”

As I tried to line the baking dish with my pastry, Alice did it over and over, she pushed her finger into me, she sucked on it, again and again, making a real show of it, groaning as she told me how incredible I tasted. My legs were shaking, I was sighing, I was aching, so quickly. But I fought it.

“You’ve got the prettiest little pussy,” Alice kept on. “I love it. You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Let me see it. Please. I have to.”

Her urgency was obviously put on, it was over exaggerated, and yet, as I found myself laughing and wriggling and pretending to try and push her away from me, Alice was getting me undeniably horny. She was treating me in a way she knew would slay me.

As Alice sank to her knees behind me, as she pulled my shorts and knickers down, I didn’t stop her, or not properly anyway, I only made a pretence at resistance.

Alice grasped my ass with both hands, she gripped and kneaded me as she peppered my cheeks with eager kisses. My fingers shook as I made the cream filling.

“Let me see it,” Alice insisted. She was beyond determined now as she made me lift my right leg up, as she ducked beneath me. Despite myself, I was eager to obey. She sighed. “There it is, that gorgeous cunt of yours.” Then her warm mouth was on me, kissing and sucking like she was the one losing control.

I tried so hard to keep my focus on cooking as Alice drew her tongue over me, as she lapped at my pussy, but she felt divine, soft and fluid, and the way she was moaning, like she was the one being gratified, it was impossible to ignore.

And then Alice’s tongue found my clit, then she slipped two fingers into me, she rubbed my g-spot in harmony with her licking, and I was almost done for. Almost.

I folded forwards over the kitchen counter as I moaned and trembled, but I wasn’t beaten, not yet. I’d let Alice make me come, but I could still get this tart finished. I took my hands away from it as she licked me to orgasm, as I mewled and shuddered and pressed myself into her, as my climax came on.

As my orgasm fell away, I went right back to it.

But Alice was done with me, not yet. She lowered my leg. She returned to groping and kissing my butt. “Fuck, I love this ass too. I could eat this ass all day long.”

Oh no.

Not that.

She wouldn’t.

It wouldn’t be fair.

But she did. Alice even rose up to grasp a handful of the cream filling. As she returned to her knees, she smeared it between my cheeks. She grasped them with messy fingers. She spread me open. Alice pressed her face into me. We moaned together as her lips met my asshole.

She knew how much I adored this. Alice knew it was my weakness.

She drove home her advantage, she really pushed into me, she got her tongue on my hole, she tickled the tip of it across my cream-smeared pucker, she lapped at me quick and light.

My legs were suddenly shaking hard; my knees buckling.

Alice pushed a pair of fingers back into my pussy to screw me as she rimmed me with enthusiasm.

I don’t know why it affects me the way it does, but it does. Maybe because it’s so wicked? Maybe because it’s so intimate? Perhaps just because it feel so fucking good? I realised my hands were in the pastry, that I was squeezing it, ruining it, as I groaned.

Alice got a fingertip onto my clit, or maybe it was her thumb. She was stroking my g-spot again as she licked my ass. I’d only just come a handful of seconds ago, but another orgasm was about to hit me.

Fuck it.

She’d won.

I’d lost.

I grabbed up more of the cream. I reached back and wiped it over Alice’s face and between my buttocks. “There. Eat your fucking tart,” I managed to say before I came again and was unable to do anything other than gasp and pant and moan.