written by Samantha Robbins
Andrea stood and glared at the camera with that particular smile that meant she had planned something out. “Is it on, Jeanne?” She looked aside and her hand ruffled her ruby-red hair. Her right hand held a cookbook open and her eyes occasionally darted to it’s pages. With another one of her bright smiles, she started the show. She once again turned towards the camera and Andrea started the show.
“Hello Markus, if you’re watching this, you asked me to cook for tonight instead of Jeanne.” As she began to jerk off, the cum-moving, squelching noises began from her nethers. “However, I figured it’d be a nice little event to tape, so here I am. I also put one of your mind-controlly masks on Jeanne, just so she would stay out of my way, but…looking at her now, I probably should have been using the tentacles. They’d be so much hotter. Isn’t that right Jeanne?”
Andrea moved to the side and let Jeanne into the frame. Unlike Andrea, whose attire consisted of makeup, a pleasant jeweled necklace, and a short dress (which made her massive cock very visible); Jeanne was stark naked. The blonde constantly groped and felt herself up as if aphrodisiacs were her only source of food.
“YES!” Jeanne cried. Her voice sounded desperate and orgasmic, as if every word could send her over the edge. Andrea crossed her arms and gestured to the cookbook. Jeanne took the hint and began putting ingredients on the table so the camera could clearly see them.
“So tonight I’m going to make us stuffed chicken. Jeanne is putting the ingredients on the table now. You need…” Andrea read the list straight out of the book. “…three tablespoons of mascarpone, one tablespoon of finely chopped rosemary, one crushed garlic clove, two chicken breasts with the skin on, four slices of prosciutto, a splash of olive oil, and half a lemon’s juice. Got it Jeanne?”
Jeanne had dipped out of sight behind the counter. All of the ingredients rested on the table, just waiting to be put together. Andrea gestured to something under the table and made another stroking motion with her hands. Suddenly, she let out a fierce moan. “Good Jeanne! Oh fuck that’s good! Suck me harder!” Her hands held onto something under the counter and she pulled over some of the ingredients. “The ohfuck oven’s preheated to 200 degrees Celsius. Now get a bowl and mix the rosemary, garlic, and mascarpone–Aah! Yes! Go Jeanne! Use those lips! Mine! All mine! Good! Fuck!” She took a moment to start moaning in her eternal arousal. Her manicured nailed seized the ingredients and she paused from her erotic endeavor to measure everything out. As soon as the ingredients were mixed in the bowl, she pulled out a cutting board from below and slapped the chicken breasts on it. “There we go! Now we need to take a spoonful of this sauce and put it between the skin and the chicken.” Andrea’s hand went to a spoon that laid on the counter, but she stopped, clearly in deep thought.
“Then again…maybe I could just–Jeanne, you can let go now.” A small pop emanated from below the counter and Jeanne stood back up. Her mouth had some precum on it. Andrea reached over and scratched her blonde hair. “Good Jeanne, now go over to the couch over there and masturbate with a big dildo!” Without hesitation, Jeanne nodded and trotted offscreen. Andrea looked back into the camera, her hands unconsciously going down to her newly-lubed cock.
“Oh yes.” Her voice dripped with sensual excitement. She looked at the camera and smiled. “Oh Markus, I think I found the real definition of food porn!” She heaved her oversized cock onto the table, pulling the rest of her body up soon after. The chicken breast looked small compared to Andrea’s own pole of meat, but it didn’t stop her from massaging the skin from the chicken and putting her cock in between the two.
“Now it’s–eeunngghh~! It’s important that you don’t tear the skin of the chicken as you stuff it.” She moved the meat back and forth on her member, enjoying the sensation it provided. “I’m almost there Markus, it’s just–oh there you are, Jeanne!” At this point, Jeanne’s voice let out another euphony of loud moans. She continued fucking the chicken and the camera stood unmoved and no cuts were made. It looked like a very cheap, very unusual porno film. Some food for thought would be determining any other audience besides Markus who would enjoy this piece of work. Andrea jerked the chicken around her cock more until she let out a satisfied gasp and let loose into it, filling that area between the meat and the skin with her warm, salty semen. She pulled out, preparing to pierce another piece until she found she had forgotten something vital. She took two slices of the prosciutto and wrapped them around the stained skin. “It’s always important to wrap at least half your slices around that first breast. Usually you’d need to use the mix I just whipped together, but I decided to add my own special sauce, as you saw, dear.
Jeanne still moaned in the background, her lips echoing out a crescendo as she felt so close to cumming. “Good Jeanne! Good!” Andrea called out to her. “Come over here! I need your help!” Jeanne obeyed like a happy, eager dog, always ready to play. Andrea indulged her by slipping a few fingers into her exposed lower crevice. Jeanne let out a howl and Andrea opened up the chicken breast. All of the fluid just ran out like water from a bucket. Jeanne’s cum didn’t just fill the breast up, but soaked it in white fluid. Andrea took a whiff and licked her lips.
“Now Jeanne, get me a heated, non-stick ⁸frying pan. Put the olive oil in. I need to wrap this in prosciutto.” Despite the breast leaking all over, Andrea did her best to seal the skin shut. Next, she dropped the breasts on the pan and told Jeanne to brown both sides. While Jeanne did that job, Andrea put together a roasting tin for when she put the meal in the oven. Jeanne stood like a dutiful maid and dropped the pieces onto the tin, Andrea slid them into the oven for fifteen minutes, and all they could do for that moment was wait. Andrea had other ideas.
“Jeanne, get the Markus ‘skinsuit’ for me. I have plans for us.” Jeanne nodded and bowed away. Andrea sat back and watched the camera, occasionally fingering her cock before Jeanne came back with the skinsuit of naked, brunette man Andrea loved so much.
“I’m sorry dear, I had to.” Andrea said while looking at the camera. “I didn’t want you interrupting this…besides, isn’t this great so far?! I swear, you’re going to love this clip when it’s finished, ok? Ok!” Andrea giggled and fondled her deflated husband’s flaccid cock.
“Put him on.” Andrea ordered. Jeanne nodded and a zipper appeared on Markus’ back. In full view of the camera, the maiden slipped her feet into the suit, continuing up as the cock merged with Jeanne’s pussy. Andrea gave it a few strokes and even knelt down to lick it, but she impatiently gave Jeanne a look to hurry up when the latter looked to be enjoying it. Jeanne pulled the rest of Markus’ body and face on, the new man standing and waiting for his wife’s orders. Andrea began jerking herself off visibly.
“Ohh Markus…” She cooed. “Don’t you think I look sexy?” Markus agreed with her, only saying back, “Very sexy.”
Andrea was not amused. “Okay Markus, come on. Let’s fuck.” Markus stroked himself and his wife leapt, smothering him with kisses and rubbing her cock all over his strong, capable stomach. Markus responded in kind, groping her ass and pushing himself onto her. The oven was near finished, but Andrea leaned back on the counter anyway, beckoning Markus to enter her with an open asshole. He went in hard, shoving his cock in and out of her hole with record timing. Her hands ran up and down her own shaft, aiming for his face. The pattern kept going, back and forth, up and down, in and out. Andrea felt every time he thrusted into her asshole and stroked faster, her smile widening and her orgasm building. “Markus” only knew to cum when she did, and that time was approaching fast.
“Markus! Markus! Fuck! Fuck FUCC–” BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP! She burst her load all over Markus’ face, Markus let his cum loose in her ass, and the oven finished cooking the chicken. “Dear,” Andrea heaved out. “Clean yourself up and put the lemon juice on the chicken breasts please.” He obeyed without a second thought, and Andrea went offscreen. She was also the only one dressed. The ingredients were added, the crispy bits were cut off, and the chicken was ready. Andrea came back with a button-down shirt and pants.
“Markus, I need you to put this on for me, then we’re going to sit at the table like a family.” Andrea moved towards the camera, picking it up and giving the lens a big kiss. “I hope you’re happy dear. You sure looked like
it.”
The images from these next moments looked blurry since the camera was being moved, but they soon stabilized as a small dining table stood in front. Andrea sat down as Markus placed the cooked meal before her. “It smells delicious!” She exclaimed. “Now Jeanne, sit Markus here while you get dressed in something respectable.” Markus sat down, but he appeared to go limp as his chest opened up and Jeanne crawled out, reminding Andrea of some kind of spawn creature. Wouldn’t that be a fine idea? The idea remained in her mind until she remembered what she wanted to do. Jeanne came back dressed in a clean yellow dress. “Jeanne, when I wake Markus up, turn off the camera.” Her hands revealed the skinsuit gun to the lens. She fired and hit Markus with the weapon, bringing him back to life. He looked around and saw Andrea with the meal she made. With that, the camera clicked off, plunging everything into darkness.
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