Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Summary: Erina Nakiri gives you a blowjob right in front of Soma. How unfortunate for the young man that had travelled so far to get the Nakiri Goddess to taste his food. How fortunate for you that God's Tongue was swirling around your cock.

Themes: Reader, NTR, Cucking, Desk Blowjob

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God's tongue.

The inhuman ability to detect any flavour, any imperfection, any taste within a dish. The God's Tongue's authority was truly divine, capable of ousting a chef regardless of their fame or experience. It wasn't just respected, it was feared. It shaped the culinary world and its future.

"Mmm…"

And right now, it was swirling around the crown of your cock like a lollipop.

Erina Nakiri was the youngest ever member of Totsuki Academy's Elite Ten Council, the youngest appointed Headmaster in the academy's history, and arguably the most influential person in Japan's culinary industry. As a member of the Nakiri family and a gifted woman in her own right, her connections spanned far and wide. She was the single greatest masterpiece since Tōtsuki Culinary Academy was founded, a statement proclaimed by Gin Dojima and contested by none. Pampered, egotistical, and blessed with God's Tongue as well as a body every common woman envied, she was flawless and alluring.

Yet in her very own office she was sucking you off. Her blowjobs were probably better than her cooking if that was even possible. She was fast and thorough, making sure her tongue slithered and wrapped every inch of your shaft. She made sure it glided across the underside of your crown, teased your slit, and highlighted your bulging veins.

You smiled down at her. Her purple-pinkish eyes looked up at you almost innocently, but you saw the truth behind those bewitching pupils. Raw, focused lust was on Erina's mind, the urge to get fucked by your thick cock. Truly, there was no easy way to say it: Erina was a slut for your cock. She loved it. She was obsessed with it. Every moment away from work was time she used to slobber over your manhood. Its scent, the dangling nutsack, the hardness, the pre-cum. 

On her knees, legs spread to let her sopping wet pussy breath, she worked her magic. She bobbed her to and fro, taking your cock in and out of her throat. Her tongue spinning and pleasuring. You put a hand on her honey-blonde head, holding back a groan. 

She pulled out, taking the minute to catch her breath. As she did, she furiously pumped your shaft with both her hands, like a trained pornstar. Her hands were petite and smooth, her grip firm. Wet noises resonated through the office from the friction between her hands and your saliva lubricated cock.

She grabbed the tip and pointed it upwards, giving her access to the underside. Her tongue immediately went top to bottom, even going so far as to lick the connective region between your cock and balls. Down, down, down, her tongue went till it eagerly outlined your nuts. Your grip on her head tightened. She latched onto that reaction and took your balls inside her mouth one-by-one, suckling on them faithfully. The sensations switched between your left and right nut so quickly you couldn't tell which was which.

Her left hand, which had been faithfully holding your cock by the tip, started jerking your glans off. Already sensitive, it elicited another ripple of euphoria. It was a two-pronged assault and you couldn't hold back.

"I…I'm cumming!"

For an instant, Erina panicked and froze. Your prick started throbbing wildly, nearly slipping out of her grip, and you released a thick string of cum onto her face. And she just…let it. She let seven, eight, nine strings of cum shower her. Her long honey-blonde hair, her eyebrows down to her cheek–smeared by a white cream. You broke away from her and started pumping your seed directly into her face. She opened her mouth, God's Tongue hanging, simply leaving it up to chance. 

Your load was heavy and your aim was shaky. You painted the insides of her mouth white, filling it from cheek to cheek. 

You sighed in relief. Your cock softened slightly and went down, remaining dribbles of cum falling to the floor. Erina watched the residue with heart-shaped pupils. She closed her mouth and chewed through your spunk, lighting up from its taste.

"Delicious."

It was funny hearing her say that. Soma Yukihira worked–no, was still working to get her to admit that his food tasted delicious. After years of wandering as an international chef, after seven years of training and accolades, the twenty-five year old Erina refused to acknowledge his food. Partly out of pride but mostly because you tasted and smelled so much better. In all honesty, you didn't get what was so great about your slightly salty, slightly sweet batter of cum but you didn't complain given it was the sexy, voluptuous Erina drinking it. There was a reason Erina and Soma had never settled into a romantic relationship, despite the sparks and tension. You, right as she was coming to grips about her feelings, fucked her and taught her there was more to the world than just cooking. God's Tongue was better used to serve your cock than taste some idiot's food.

She cleaned herself up like a cat, licking the jizz that was on her hair and sweater. Pouting but still irresistibly sexy, her nipples poking through her sweater. Erina was a fucking slut that loved to parade around her very own school with no bra. The shape of her double-D's could be admired by everyone, but only you could touch them.

"So good~!"

If Soma was here, he would have lost it. Not once did Erina bless him with this level of appreciation. Not once did she eat his food and admit out loud that it was good.

You did, although by a less conventional method.

"Um, h-hey, can I…?" Erina gestured to your semi-flaccid cock, blushing.

"Sure, why not?" You replied, shrugging.

Erina was a master of blowjobs. She was skilled and relentless, as she had just demonstrated, but such skill could only come from love. If you were being honest, Erina enjoyed giving blowjobs more than the act of sex itself. Unusual, sure, but blowjobs stimulated her God's Tongue in a unique, satisfying way. Perhaps it was the one true way for the curse of God's Tongue to derive pleasure from. For Erina, that seemed to be the case.

Her mouth was drawn to your cock, gobbling it up to base with ease. God's Tongue was like a spell, whirling and whirling around your shaft. Your cock stirred and returned to full mast, a size she couldn't fully handle. She pulled back, leaving webs of saliva in her wake, panting.

You wanted to comment but knowing Erina staying quiet was best. She was an artist when it came to blowjobs and she needed her concentration.

Erina steadied her breathing, staring down at your revitalised prick like it was the greatest thing in the world. Her hot, shaky breaths touched your glans. Cheeks flushed, she was nervous by the prospect of handling your throbbing member. But as a master, she couldn't back down.

She lathered your cock in her spit, the mossy white covering covering it from glans.

Then, in one fell swoop, she deepthroated it. It was so sudden you nearly fell back. Her throat was fucking tight. Her throat bulged slightly from your ever pulsating cock, her nose pressing your pelvis.

"Ngh…!"

You gazed down on her with great effort. Erina's purple eyes had turned into stars. It was beyond sexy whenever Erina made eye-contact while having your cock inside her like this. She was good at it–making the expression of a woman who simply wished to please you. It was exhilarating.

Her head bobbed up and down your cock. She never let your thick head escape her though, keeping it inside her mouth no matter how much she pulled out. She was fast and incredibly devoted. Her tongue worked as well, touching your veins as she moved her head. It worked and you soon found yourself at the cusp of another strong orgasm.

You reeled back and bumped into her desk. Immediately, you put your hands on the table, your legs feeling like they could give out any moment.

"Mmmph!" Erina wrapped her arms around your waist, nose completely absorbed into the skin of your pelvis. The smell intoxicated her and she repeated the back and forth movement obsessively. Your cock bulged in and out of her throat. Her breathing grew erratically, and your balls slapped her chin. She didn't stop, deepthroating you over and over and over again until–

"Mmmph!"

You didn't have time to warn Erina. Your cock was in her throat balls-deep and her expression twisted as your girth shook and pulsed. You came steadily, shooting over a dozen lines of viscous cum into her stomach. She couldn't exactly taste it given you were in the back of her throat but she drank it up anyway.

Your balls clenched and you found an indescribable wave of pleasure taking control of you. Groaning, you grabbed her head and started face-fucking her, moving her in sync with your volleys of spunk. Totally caught off guard, not to mention held by your primal grip, she was forced to follow and obey silently. She gulped and gulped, guzzling your jizz down the drain. Your balls slapped her chin harder and harder as you slowly lost yourself in the mist of pleasure.

Finally, you were finished. You extracted your cock out of her, accompanied by a deep, winded groan.

Her lips were parted, revealing a messy, semen-coated mouth thick with saliva. Combined with her soft, pristine yet woozy red face, it was impossible to think this was once the Nakiri family's greatest heir and the headmaster to the best culinary academy in Japan. A trickle of white passed down her lips.

Your cock was retreating back, exhausted from the back-to-back climaxes. Erina stared at it intensely. You knew that look.

"One more…?" Erina asked in a low mutter.

"Seriously?" You raised a brow. "Again?" She silently nodded and you relented, sighing. You sat on the chair – the headmaster's chair – and waited for Erina to resurrect your drenched cock.

She pulled out a scrunchie from her skirt and tied her hair into a ponytail. Tucking a piece behind her ear, her eyes narrowed into deep determination, spurred by the musk of your manhood. It was sweaty, dripping with fluids and worn-out.

"It's hot," she suddenly said. Before you could reply, she pulled her white sleeveless sweater off, causing her boobs to bounce out deliciously. Your eyes went wide and your cock rose to attention. She smirked, having anticipated your visceral reaction, and tossed the sweater on her desk.

Erina Nakiri was known for her extreme beauty and curvy body. It was the ideal, nearly unattainable hourglass figure, with men leering at it regardless of what she wore. 

Her nipples were red and erect, and the pale round flesh supporting it were hefty and hypnotic. Erina put her arms under her bountiful chest, propping them up for you to see. Your cock had never been harder. A drop of pre-cum dribbled down the front side of your shaft. The Nakiri woman was blessed in so many ways it was absurd.

You spread your legs and Erina mounted her melons on the chair, putting her eye-level with your erection. Her arms gripped your thighs as she licked it top-to-bottom, lithe tongue moving erotically and sensually. Your veins pulsed against her moist touch.

Her soft, excruciatingly addicting mouth swallowed your cock. There was the gentle embrace of her saliva and her tongue lapping at your slit and endlessly highlighting the underside of your tip.

Then, as if to purposely interrupt your session, the phone on the headmaster's desk rang. You ignored it, basking in the glorious pleasure of God's Tongue. It continued ringing, however, for another minute. Erina glanced at it with concern, wondering if it was something truly important, something worth abandoning your cock for. Your cock was prodding through her left cheek, giving her an almost innocent look.

You pulled on her ponytail, jerking it with enough force to stop her. Her dark lavender eyes panicking and hesitant, her boobs jiggling. She understood. Her authority did not matter here.

"Suck," you ordered, and that was exactly what she said. She sucked your cock like her life depended on it, her cheeks narrowing around your girth. You let yourself relax on the headmaster's chair. It was large, comfy, and dark, made from a leather material expensive enough to bankrupt a normal working class person. Despite its importance and power, you were sitting on it while receiving head from the rich bitch who was supposed to sit on it. Ironic.

As expected, you were quite sensitive, the repeated orgasming kicking in. You were twitching in her mouth, approaching a climax in record time.

But your ears suddenly perked up as you heard voices. The headmaster's office was massive, easily wide and long enough for a marathon run. Behind you – the headmaster's chair – was a glass window looking out the academy grounds. Because the headmaster's office was on a higher elevation than every surrounding building, including the Polar Star Dormitory and the Elite Ten Council Building, it was a genuine symbol of power.

Regardless, it was a miracle you heard anything at all given there was a twenty metre distance from you and the door. You rolled the chair forward, dragging Erina along, and pushed yourself till your chest was touching the sleek wooden desk.

"Ish shhmethnh wrnght?" Erina asked, mouth full of your cock. She whimpered when you put a finger to your mouth and asked her to be quiet. She couldn't get caught. She was the headmaster of Totsuki Academy, and she had a reputation to keep. She was Erina Nakiri, the prissy princess of the Nakiri, not a whore for some guy's cock.

The door flung open and in came two very different people. A young man with red-hair and a huge grin, and a pink-haired woman sighing and holding a clipboard under her arm.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Erina, he just wouldn't listen…" Hisako Arato trailed off after seeing you. Mild confusion crossed her graceful features. She had been Erina's secretary since her days in Totsuki Academy. She knew you and Erina were close, but you doubted she realized the true nature of your relationship.

"Hey, you're not Erina." It was Soma Yukihira, walking towards you with a bag slung over his shoulder and a raised brow. "Why are you there?"

You maintained a neutral expression. You opened your mouth to say something but closed them when a certain sensation warmed your member. Her warm, wet mouth clouded your mind and pulled your voice from your throat. Your eyes flickered down. Erina was still sucking on your dick, a mischievous glint in her pupils. And she was not letting up.

"He's Ms. Erina's important guess," Hisako explained. "I believe he does the work she cannot."

"Work Erina can't do?" Soma scoffed. "Never thought I would hear that happen."

You nodded along while trying not to lose it. You placed your hands on the table and balled them into a tight fist. Pre-cum leaked from your ever veiny member.

"Although…" Hisako squinted and your stomach dropped. "...what is her sweater doing here?"

You didn't need to look down to feel the panic and fear. Her sucking became faster and more rigorous. Her tongue was tirelessly targeting every sensitive zone. Your slit, that vein that always seemed to pop out to you, everything. Everything was under the mercy of God's Tongue.

"Eh, she can be clumsy sometimes." Soma's casual wave-off of her observation was appreciated immensely. There was a new fire in Erina as she performed her master-class blowjob. "By the way, it smells weird here." Soma's nose crinkled and veered in directions. "Like squid? Salt?"

Erina licked your pre-cum once, then twice. Another glob appeared and she lapped that up too. The gorgeous big-titty blonde licked her lips.

Hisako rolled her eyes. "You're imagining things."

"No, no, I'm serious," he said. Erina stuffed your whole ballsack into her mouth and suckled on it as though it was some obscure delicacy. Her cheeks puffed out ridiculously, she was full in a sense different than usual. "Maybe Erina has weird tastes."

"As if!"

There was a playful sort-of atmosphere between the two. You knew they attended the academy together, so there was a high chance they were friends. Erina didn't seem to give a fuck though. Her concentration was solely on you. Under her own desk, giving you the blowjob of the lifetime whilst the two most important people in her life were literally right there, less than three metres away. Only the chosen few may grace the tongue of the Nakiri Goddess. You broke that rule, feeling the wet warmth of her mouth with your family jewels. She seemed to enjoy it just as much as you were, the smell and taste and closeness raising her arousal.

"Tell Erina I'm waiting," Soma said to you, grinning. Immediately, Erina released your nutsack and took the entirety of your thickening phallus into your throat. She started going wild, discarding her pride and shame for feral lust and aggression. She must have found this situation just as arousing as you thought it was, maybe more, because her throat did not stop. There was not even a hint of a gag reflex as she fucked her own mouth with your cock. "Today will be the day I'll get her to admit it!"

Your balls ached. His words were nearly incomprehensible to you as ecstasy struck your mind. From all the done on your balls, they seemed to explode and escalate up your prick in the blink of an eye.

"I'll get her to say that my food is delicious!"

You came and Erina was ready. At least she thought she was. You throbbed explosively, enough to nearly bulge out of her trained mouth. Rope after rope of cum burst into her and she drank it up like the whore she was. The sheer audacity of your climax made your balls churn like never before. Rather than lessen, your load was greater than the two prior. It was heavy and thick and even though Erina's entire life centred around eating and drinking she couldn't swallow it all.

Another dose of irony. The one thing she loved above all else–all other food–and she couldn't have it all. The dream Soma yearned for was happening right in front of him and he didn't even know it.

'You better find another girl, Soma Yukihira, because this one is completely addicted to my cock.'

You gave Soma an understanding nod, acting like you didn't just bust the biggest nut of your life–acting like you didn't just secretly destroy everything he worked for in the past decade.

"See ya," Soma said, whirling back to the entrance. Hisako sighed, offered you a smile, and left alongside him. She had a voluptuous set of hips, you thought, as the door clicked shut.

"Aaah~!" 

Under the desk, Erina exhaled heavily, gasping for air. Trickles of semen were on her chin, which she licked up. Professional as ever, cleaning herself up as well as your cock.

Erina Nakiri was yours.