Kinky Kitchen Fun - Episode 3: Labor Day Looky Loos!

As a little girl, I dreamed of my prince charming astride his noble steed, whisking me away from dragons and evil queens. Never did I imagine that my potentate would also be potent in the kitchen. Two years later, my deft dauphin, Carter, is in his final semester at Escoffier Culinary School, and I am eight pounds thicker.The final semester - desserts - is heaven for my mouth and hell for my hips, all wrapped in one light, fluffy crepe. Tuesday through Friday, Carter leaves the apartment in a clean t-shirt and jeans and returns covered in swipes of confectionery, squirts of fruit juices, and the sweet smell of the dessert of the week.Then the weekend is spent practicing said dessert until reaching the pinnacle of perfection, and he is ready for the test on Monday. Of course, as his supportive girlfriend, I am very quick to offer my assistance as his sous chef, notwithstanding the fact this means I get to reap the rewards of all the mishaps - yummy!The fifth week?s dessert is crème; be still my heart. Carter selects Crème Brulee and Chocolate Pots de Crème ? my favorites. Knowing that my hips and tummy will expand Anadolu Yakası Escort today, I opt for only an old t-shirt and panties. Why squeeze me into a waistband when that would only inhibit my pleasurable gluttony?The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sounds of dishes clanging beckon me to the kitchen, where I find my apron-clad prince preparing his space. He looks up at me and winks.?You ready for crème weekend?? he teases.?Oh, you know that I have been waiting for this one all semester. It is my favorite,? I squeal as I sidle past Carter and pick up the steaming cup of java that he just poured for me.?No, I don?t think you understood me,? he rumbles in his sexy, I-want-you-now voice. ?I asked if you are ready for a creamy weekend?? Carter grabs me around the waist with one arm and slides his other hand into my lacy drawers.He swipes two fingers back and forth along my outer lips until my wetness runs like freshly made royal icing dripping from the spoon. Carter?s fingers continue as if a spatula spreading my icing on a cake; even when my knees buckle, and I must Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan lean on the counter for support, he persists.Soon his fingers press harder, sliding deeper into me and swirling around inside me, mixing my icing round and round. I moan in delight as his spatula moves deeper into me, stirring deeper and deeper.I was not prepared for a creamy weekend.Carter has taken me by surprise, and the result is a rapid surge of electricity flashing from my toes, straight up between my legs. I squeeze my legs together hard against the voltage, the hair spikes on the back of my neck, and I let out a moan that matches his earlier rumble.My shameless sounds urge Carter on, as he continues mixing me in my deepest spaces.Harder.Deeper.Faster.A tightness rushes up through my growling, hungry belly, and a huge orgasm overcomes me. I didn?t even have time to set my cup down.?Oh, God, Carter. Yes.? I don?t hold back; I crush his fingers in my pussy and send more icing gushing all over his hand.Pulling his fingers from deep within me, Carter tastes me. ?Mmm? it is going to Escort Anadolu Yakası be a delicious weekend.? We both laugh as he takes a sip of my coffee.?You are so bad,? I scold him, taking my coffee back.?You have no idea what I have been thinking about for this weekend,? he says with a devilish grin. ?The sous chef may have to work a little harder today for the scraps.?~~~~~~~~~An hour later, everything is laid out, ready to go: heavy cream, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean, semi-sweet chocolate, salt, ramekins, and cake pan. ?Let?s get the Crème Brulee going, and then I can work on the Chocolate Pots while the Brulee is in the oven,? Carter directs.Carter brings the cream and vanilla bean to a boil and sets that aside while I divide out the egg yolks. Once ready, he combines it all and pours the mixture into the ramekins, standing in their hot baths. Then into the oven, they go for their forty-five-minute sauna session.?Ok, Chef Carter, what?s next?? I ask, full of pride but still with an empty stomach.For the Chocolate Pots de Crème, Carter whisks the milk, cream, egg yolks, sugar, and salt in a saucepan, over medium heat until it thickens.I get busy breaking up the chocolate into the blender. Just as I steal a small piece to sustain myself, I feel a nudge on my hip.?Oh, sous chef,? Carter says in his mock head chef voice. I turn to the oven where he is stirring the mixture, ?Do you feel that this is thick enough to stick to my spatula??