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Coming to Eat

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 18th December 2020 02:41:55 PM

  1. > Some blue chick dragged you off the street into Taco Bell
  2. > You sit at this table, and she has a box full of tacos
  3. > "You gotta try this!"
  4. > Eh, free food
  5. > She just hands you a taco
  6. > Is that all?
  7. "I've had tacos before."
  8. > She looks at you with crazy eyes
  9. > Gaze into the abyss and it hands you a taco
  10. > "Eat."
  11. > You shrug and eat the damn taco
  12. > She starts squirming, a weird smile on her face
  13. > The taco breaks a little and some meat falls onto the table
  14. > She bites her lip
  15. > No use wasting food
  16. > You scoop up the spilled meat and pop it into your mouth
  17. > Bluey grips the table hard, breathing shallowly
  18. > You take a couple more bites, there's maybe one more left in the taco
  19. > It's a little big for one bite, but that doesn't stop you from trying
  20. > You just cram that sucker in there, your cheeks bulging a little to get it all in
  21. > Huh, looks like the girl is tucking her shirt in
  22. > Vigorously
  23. > You chew, then swallow
  24. > She twitches for a bit, then shakily grabs some napkins
  25. "You alright there?"
  26. > She gives you a weak smile
  27. > "Never been better, I just uh, spilled some soda earlier."
  28. > Oh, okay
  29. "Well, thanks for the taco, it was good."
  30. > "It was good for me too."
  31. > Weird, but cute
  32. "I gotta go, but we should do this again sometime."
  33. > You hand her a business card
  34. > Really it's just your name and number, but it saves time
  35. > She stares at it in wonder
  36. > "You'll be my taco buddy?"
  37. "Yup. See you around."
  38. > It's always fun to eat out with girls
  39.  
  40. > Next morning you get a call
  41. > Look at the time
  42. > 6 in the morning
  43. > You are all set to kill the person on the other end of the phone
  44. "This is Anon."
  45. > Then a voice of pure sex comes through the speaker
  46. > "Is this Sonata's taco buddy?"
  47. > What
  48. "Yes, that's me."
  49. > "How do you feel about breakfast?"
  50.  
  51. > You find the apartment easily enough
  52. > Pretty snazzy, you have to say
  53. > Then the redhead opens the door, and you forget about everything else
  54. > "Come on in."
  55. > She's wearing a pink bathrobe, cinched tightly around her waist
  56. > She leads you to the kitchen, and you can't take your eyes off her hips
  57. > The woman points you to a chair at the table
  58. > As you sit, you watch her gather some dishes
  59. > You curse the island counter between you and her
  60. > She steps to the side to open a cabinet, and you can just see a long, yellow leg slip out of the robe
  61. > She approaches you with smoldering eyes and...
  62. "Breakfast cereal?"
  63. > "Yes."
  64. > Her voice is husky as she says the word, and your dick is standing at attention
  65. > She leans over, setting everything before you
  66. > The neck of the robe loosens, and you are granted a magnificent view of her cleavage
  67. > She pours the cereal into the bowl, then puts a hand to her cheek
  68. > "I forgot the milk!"
  69. > As she sashays over to the fridge, you bite your lip
  70. > Dat ass
  71. > She returns, and you are treated with another view of the valley of paradise
  72. > Best morning ever
  73. > As she pours the milk, she licks her lips
  74. > Guess someone likes cereal
  75. > Finally, she puts the milk away, and you actually look at what you'll be eating
  76. > Lucky Charms, you guess
  77. > Or whatever the local knockoff is for marshmallow bit cereal
  78. > Could be worse
  79. > The redhead watches you from behind the island counter, her arms braced against the edge
  80. > Might as well get to eating
  81. > Spoonful after spoonful, you eat
  82. > You pause
  83. "So what's your name?"
  84. > She blinks, then answers
  85. > "Adagio. Never mind that, just keep eating."
  86. "Alright."
  87. > Birds of a feather, you guess
  88. > As you eat, you notice Adagio leaning forward more and more
  89. > This be getting good
  90. > By the time you are down to the last couple of marshmallow bits, she's bent over on the island, flat on her stomach and her arms oddly pinned underneath her
  91. > Not that you are complaining, she's squishing the girls nicely, and you have a wonderful view
  92. > As you take a few spoonfuls to gather up the rest, she starts swaying her hips back and forth
  93. > Damn
  94. > You don't want to miss a thing, but you have a bowl of milk you really don't want to waste
  95. > Then you get an idea
  96. > You turn to the side and bring the bowl to your lips
  97. > You can just barely see what she's doing as you begin to drink
  98. > Adagio scoots back and forth on the countertop, her tongue beginning to stick out of her mouth
  99. > Is she on some diet where she can't have cereal?
  100. > Is she trying to enjoy it by proxy?
  101. > Eh, no use trying to understand women
  102. > You chug the rest of the milk, then set the bowl down
  103. > She whimpers, then slides to the floor behind the island
  104. > That diet must be killing her, poor thing
  105. "Want me to wash the dishes?"
  106. > "N-no, I'll take them. Have a nice day."
  107. > Well, don't want to outlast your welcome
  108. "Alright, you too Adagio."
  109. > As you close the door behind you, you catch a glimpse of her licking your bowl
  110. > Poor thing
  111.  
  112. > You are just settling in for the evening after a nondescript day at work
  113. > Your cell rings, and you sigh
  114. "Hello."
  115. > "You the one that milked Adagio?"
  116. > Milked?
  117. "She invited me over for breakfast, if that's what you mean."
  118. > The voice on the line is is low and rough
  119. > "Right. I nee- want you to try some candy I'm making. You coming over or what?"
  120. > ...
  121. "Sure, just tell me you don't have a van."
  122. > "It's on my wish list."
  123. > The phone clicks, and you shake your head ruefully
  124. > This is probably a bad idea, but there are worse fates than being roofied in apartment of three hot women
  125.  
  126. > She answers the door in sweatpants and an apron
  127. "Hi, I'm Anon. Nice to meet you."
  128. > She looks you up and down
  129. > "Aria. Now get in that chair."
  130. > She turns away, and you discover she is only wearing sweatpants and an apron
  131. > Dat bareback
  132. > You sit down, and she sets a tray in front of you
  133. > There's a handful of different hard candies, and what looks like homemade truffle
  134. > You pick up what looks like blue taffy as she sits across from you
  135. > You pop it into your mouth, and instantly pucker
  136. > It's what warheads wished they could be
  137. > You clamp it between your molars and give your tongue a break, panting somewhat
  138. > "You don't have to eat it all, just tell me what you think."
  139. > You gingerly pluck the piece from your mouth, and put the sticky thing back on the tray
  140. > There's some rustling, sounds like she's adjusting the waistband of her pants
  141. "That was... very sour."
  142. > You smack your lips a few times, trying to dilute the flavor somewhat
  143. > "Oh? Tell me more."
  144. "It might be a little too strong. If you want to sell it, you'll have to put a warning label on it. Damn, is there something I can drink?"
  145. > She stands up, one hand hidden behind the apron
  146. > "Oh, I'll give you something to drink."
  147. > She goes and fills up a tall glass of water, all with her free hand
  148. > Is the other one deformed? Maybe burned?
  149. > Molten sugar is no laughing matter, you suppose
  150. > You take the water without comment, and swish around a mouthful or two
  151. > All the while, Aria watches you like a hawk, admittedly a hawk with a twitch leg, but whatever
  152. > She's pretty serious about candy making
  153. > You decide to go for the orange one this time
  154. > Orange flavor, you were expecting
  155. > Orang chicken, not so much
  156. > You roll it around in your mouth, trying to decide on what you thought of it
  157. > Aww, she's nervous, all rubbing her face, adjusting the apron straps, and that other arm just keeps twitching
  158. > Finally you spit it out into your hand, and she moans
  159. "Don't worry, It's good. Seriously, this is some Willy Wonka stuff right here. I'm impressed."
  160. > You set it down next to the previous candy, and go for your water again
  161. > Aria nods slowly, rubbing her chin, then her lips
  162. > All that's left is a thick, bubblegum pink rod of hard candy, and the truffle
  163. > Might as well see what that's about
  164. > You pop the chocolate into your mouth, and break it open with your molars
  165. > Oh hell yes
  166. > So sweet, so creamy
  167. > You don't care how odd you sound, you have to let her know
  168. "Damn, Awia, I love yohw cweamy fiwing!"
  169. > She blushes at that
  170. > "W-what did you say?"
  171. > You push the ambrosia into the pouch of your cheek and try again
  172. "Fuck, I love your creamy filling. I could eat it for days."
  173. > Aria stares at you in shock, her gimp arm twitching like mad
  174. > "R-really?"
  175. "Aria, my tongue is having an orgasm, right now. All because of you and your damn filling."
  176. > She slumps in her chair, a goofy smile on her face
  177. > "It's not the only one."
  178. "There's more? Where do I sign up, I need a year's supply, stat."
  179. > She blinks a few times, then straightens up
  180. > You see her arm isn't twitching nearly as bad, which is nice, you were worried
  181. > "I wasn't really intending to sell these, but I can make more for you, if you eat them right here."
  182. "Deal. Let me just savor this taste before I move on."
  183. > You just sit there and moan as perfection melts on your tongue
  184. > Aria seems uncomfortable, she's starting to fidget
  185. > By the time you are done with the truffle, her arm is twitching again
  186. > Well, let's see what she's nervous about
  187. > You pick up the pink rod and give it a few licks around the tip
  188. > Then a little further down, and
  189. "Nice, different flavors at different places, I like the way you think."
  190. > She smiles at that, her free hand tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear
  191. > You do short little licks down the length, getting an idea of the spectrum of flavors
  192. > Hmmm
  193. "You might consider having different colors for different flavors."
  194. > She looks a little uncomfortable at that
  195. > "Well, you see..."
  196. > You take a second look at the long, pink rod you've been licking
  197. "Oh, I get it! It's a dick!"
  198. > Aria stares at you in surprise, and nods
  199. > You chuckle
  200. "No wonder you were nervous. But this is pretty funny, I have to say."
  201. > You take in a good portion of it's length, you cheek bulging
  202. > She lets out a weak laugh, her fingers covering her lips
  203. > You'll have to try harder
  204. > You pump it in and out of your mouth, your head bobbing slightly
  205. > Still no laughter, and her arm is twitching almost as much as before
  206. > You try popping it out of your mouth, and swirling your tongue around the tip
  207. > She reaches out a hand hesitantly
  208. > "Can I try? I haven't...had all the flavors like that."
  209. > You look at the sticky rod in your hand
  210. "You sure you want to? I've pretty much slobbered all over it."
  211. > "I-I don't mind. My immune system is strong."
  212. "Alright, here you go."
  213. > You hand her the rod, and she sniffs it experimentally
  214. > Her arm is twitching mightily, and her breathing is rather shallow
  215. > Aria must be serious about her candy, if she's getting this worked up about mixing the flavors
  216. > She slides the sticky rod into her mouth, and closes her lips around it
  217. > Not going to lie, the sight makes you hard
  218. > You start to wonder
  219. > She slowly pulls it out of her mouth, and you realize your saliva is mixing with hers right now
  220. > Then she swallows, and you have instant rock candy in your pants
  221. > It can't be normal, getting off to someone else eating things
  222. > She starts thrusting the hard candy in and out of her mouth, her other arm twitching in time
  223. > Damn, that's ho-
  224. > She's not stopping, is she-
  225. > She's definitely having a seizure
  226. > You rush around the table and pull the candy out of her mouth
  227. > She stares up at you with a glazes expression
  228. > "Anon, I'm c-, I, I'm c-"
  229. > Shit shit shit
  230. > What are you supposed to do here?
  231. > Her breathing is irregular, and her lower half is jerking around
  232. > Your panicked brain comes up with one answer: CPR
  233. > You press your lips to hers, and try to give her steadying, regular breaths
  234. > That would be a whole lot easier, if her tongue wasn't spasming around in your mouth and being distracting
  235. > Then, as sudden as it started, it stops, and you pull away
  236. > You gaze at her in concern
  237. "You alright?"
  238. > She smiles at you, and gives you a peck on the cheek
  239. > "And you were wonderful."
  240. > She's still recovering, you can tell
  241. "Do I need to call a doctor, or get you some medicine?"
  242. > Now she's grinning, and patting your face
  243. > "We can play doctor, anytime you like."
  244. > It's a little longer before she can talk sensibly
  245. > Once you're sure she can handle herself,
  246. > "I've been handling myself for a long time."
  247. > You bid her a polite goodbye, and resolve to check on her from time to time.
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