Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Summary: Your hot, alluring redhead girlfriend was making you breakfast. She was a world-class chef so of course she cooked for you. She totally didn't have any ulterior motives. Sarcasm.

Rindo had only one thing in her mind and it wasn't food. She tempted you while wearing nothing but an apron, making sausages and silently begging you for a raw fucking. You gave her exactly what she wanted.

Themes: Loving Sex, Lovers, Vanilla, Morning Blowjob, Lazy Morning, Wholesome

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The sound of the chopping board made you sleepy. Yesterday, you and Rindo spent the whole day in bed. No work, no outing, just fucking each other's brains out.

You enjoyed your night of rest, spending nearly twelve hours in a state of dreams. When you woke up, Rindo was already in the kitchen, making a big breakfast. With bleary eyes and dead beat body, you dragged yourself over to the kitchen table. It was small yet wide, allowing a plethora of dishes. 

"And here's another one!"

Rindo skillfully slipped a plate towards you. Grilled lamb leg with garlic and rosemary. Your stomach growled, your eyes devouring the meals in front of you.

"Thank you," you said.

"No problem! Seriously, what's the point of having a chef for a partner if they don't cook?" She snickered.

"They're also great with their hands," you replied with a cheeky smile. Rindo blinked. Another strand of hair fell over face as she sighed.

"What am I going to do with you?" she muttered to herself. You shifted in your seat, smirking.

"What do you mean?"

Rindo ran up to you and pointed a finger down at your crotch. "Don't think I can't see that massive thing between your legs! Jeez! The table does a terrible job hiding it!"

Because of how carelessly you woke up, your half-baked brain ended up making you sit on the chair buck naked. No shirt, no pants, nothing. And of course you just had to have a morning wood. Not only did those things never go down, but your hands couldn't cover it either. As awkward as it was, you had to put up with it.

Rindo's singular eye squinted at it. Half annoyed, half horny, and a little hungry too, she turned on her heel and promptly went back to cooking. But you didn't miss the smile pulling at her lips. You knew what she wanted you to do.

You and Rindo were a very comfortable couple. Straightforward, as others would say. Being naked in each other's presence was absolutely nothing new. Like right now, where both you and her were naked, save for the undersized apron Rindo was wearing. Her tight ass was out for display, as was her cleavage.

More often than not, it was Rindo who was regularly in her birthday suit, not you. Coming fresh off of work, she would strip off her sweaty clothes and laze around the house without a single care in the world. She would complain about the excessive heat in the kitchen or the stupid customers who didn't like her food. Then, you would fuck her, because that was what she wanted from you. This time was no different.

Your arms enveloped her from behind. The smoky smell of meat didn't faze you. It was a regular commodity at this point. You started to kiss her, from neck down to her hips. Suckling at her skin, at her neck, which got a visceral reaction out of her.

Her hair was done in a ponytail. Blocks of hair framed the sharp features of her face. Your fingers skimmed through it, trying to get her to mewl under your touch. She didn't, focusing on her cooking with a forced hum.

Seared Italian Sausage Succotash. Your side meal. Two large pans were set; one for the sausage and the other for the succotash. The mix of meat and peppers momentarily brought you out of your sex-driven mind. However, the heat radiating from Rindo, devilishly tempting your cock, reminded you that you had a job to do.

Your hand went down to her pussylips. She quivered, hands shaking as she adjusted the oven's temperature. You made broad strokes on her outer folds, letting her know you were getting started. Then, your finger swirled around her clitoris, another short tease, before pressing against it. 

Rindo writhed under your cock. She grinded against the twitching slab of meat, using her body to tell you that she wanted more.

"It's almost done," she wheezed out as you gently pinched her clit. After that, you stuck a finger inside her. The redhead squirmed, her hair tickling you. 

Her skin became hot, not from the burning meat in front of her but you. Your deft skills in foreplay brought her to the brink of orgasm–

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"

–or perhaps she was already there. Her knees buckled. If it wasn't for your arm around her, she would have dropped to the floor.

"Fuck, that was…" Rindo grabbed as much air as she could. Turning off the oven, she heaved, "Alright, fuck, that was incredible. You–mmmph!"

You turned her head and kissed her. Slowly, her body moved towards, back against the oven. Your cock lined up on her stomach, pulsing. 

Breaking free, you said, "Love you."

"Love you too, darling." Her smile, with her two canine teeth, flashed at you. "But I'd feel bad if you were the only one doing stuff."

"I thought you cooked, I fucked," you joked.

"No way. That's too boring." Grinning widely, she held your cock while lowering herself. Her back arched as she got on her knees. Her black apron hugged her figure in all the right places. "Look at this thing too. It's going crazy. Way fatter than the sausage I was cooking."

Your cock was thumping as hard as your heart. Your self-control was decent but when Rindo was offering you something like this you couldn't resist. All notions of holding back went out the window.

Her hot breath prodded the crown of your cock. Your hand fell on the top of her head. That was Rindo's cue. She engulfed your cock, the warm sensation sending goosebumps down your back. Her tongue went in circles over and over again while her head bobbed back and forth. 

Her eyes, those shining mischievous twinkles of amber, never left you. Pupils vertically slitted, her back arched, she was like a cat hunting its prey.

Without warning, Rindo decided to switch things up. She slid your cock out, sloppily kissing the tip before grabbing your shaft and pumping it furiously. Her two hands worked in tandem while her lips gave the occasional kiss.

You were about to burst. Seeps of pre-cum came out, which Rindo lapped up as soon as she caught sight of it.

Rindo's superb blowjobs, combined with how you had sat with a boner for nearly twenty minutes, pushed you to an early orgasm. 

"I'm close." Your grip on her hair tightened. She smirked and swallowed your cock once more. You hit the back of her throat and as much you wanted to break that barrier you didn't. Maybe next time.

As soon as you peaked, your crotch became a vacuum that sucked all the energy out of you. Rindo tried to gulp it down but several dribbles escaped. Your first climax of the day and as expected you came buckets. 

Yet despite the overwhelming volume of your load, she never broke eye contact. Rindo continued staring at you as she drank your cum. Your balls clenched. Watching her try so hard made you want to give it your all too. Dump everything you had and then some.

You lost your composure and shoved her head deep into your cock, her nose touching your pelvis. Rindo gagged, eyes watering, but you forced her to hold on until you were finished. Rindo did her best and you moaned uncontrollably. Your hips moved on their own, balls slapping her chin. Your girlfriend choked on your cock as you practically fucked her face.

When you regained feeling in your legs, you realized you were done. You sighed in relief.

Your cock flopped onto the left side of Rindo's face. She opened her mouth, exposing the glaze of cum she was still processing. Her eyes blinked dreamily, with thick trails of saliva and cum falling down to her apron.

"Rindo, you…okay?"

Tears streamed down her face. Your brows were knitted in concern as you gently caressed her hair.

"I think I just unlocked a new kink," she muttered.

"Oh."

"Mmm." She took her sweet time recuperating. Chewing through your cum and swallowing. "I should use this in a recipe someday," she added unnecessarily.

"That doesn't sound healthy."

"I'm the pro chef here," she shot back. 

You shared a hearty laugh, the background drips of cum adding to the hilarity. Her sexy skintight apron was sprinkled with your white essence.

The possibility of going soft was never open to you.

You pulled Rindo to her feet and brought her in for a deep kiss. Separating from her was hard. You were thirsty and the taste of her lips made you harder than ever.

"I want you in me," she whispered in your ear. Your heart raced. With energy you didn't know you had, you picked her up and placed her on the table counter. Luckily, her entrance was at an elevation where you could insert your cock whilst also hugging her. Drilling her with your cock while capturing her lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

She wrapped her legs around you, pulling you in as deep as she could. Your knees banged the cabinets. The dull pain was completely overwritten by the pleasure you were feeling.

A kiss and a thrust. A kiss and a thrust. You weren't fast but you were battering Rindo's hard enough to make her squeal every time.

"Soon." One word and Rindo understood. She hugged you tight, breasts pressed to you.

"Then give it to me."

You poured yourself inside her, emptying your balls for all they were worth. Rindo's nails dug into your back, eyes shut. You yourself could barely keep a hold on yourself.

"Gah…"

Pulling out was unexpectedly difficult. Her pussy clung to you, even as your seed escaped with each rescinding inch. Her head leaned back on the wall behind her, legs spread, cunt exposed. Her neck dropped to the side, breath heavy.

"Fuck, that was amazing."

It took a while but you managed to clean up. By then, your breakfast went cold. Neither of you cared though. Your time had been well spent. Rindo sat and watched you eat with loving eyes. Hands cupping her cheeks, smirking as you devoured her gourmet meal.

Rindo giggled.