Chapter 2
There’s nothing quite like a sweet, golden brown, cherry pie straight from the oven. I made this one last night, along with a dozen others and if you want my opinion on how to win a man's heart?
It’s not letting them elbow deep inside your pussy, even though that always goes down a treat. It’s through their stomach, up into the ribs and towards the heart itself with one harsh thrust. Once you’ve got that meaty blob in the palm of your hands, these simple creatures will do anything you ask.
Take Chris here, remember the guy who raped me three years ago?
Yeah, that fucker. Took me a while to track him down but I guess luck was on my side when I found him on a dating app, all scrubbed up and swanky with a dirty blonde fade and ankle grazer jeans on; not forgetting the fake Rolex on his wrist.
I swore I’d never forget his face.
These men seem to think that popping a bit of gold in your face and a thick wad of cash will have you bending over, cheeks spread screaming “Fuck me daddy!” Hard pass.
If Chris’s daddy is anything like his son then I think the fuck not.
“You comin’ babe?” Chris shouts from the living room of my penthouse. His voice still makes my blood run cold but now, I’m not to be fucking messed with. I’m not the weak woman I once was.
I’ve grown, changed, evolved into something better.
“Hang tight, pookie. Mummy is coming.” I coo whilst rolling my eyes. I cringe at my own words but look, don’t hate me for it, the guys love it. And I mean, they really love it. Especially Chris, watch I’ll show you.
Carefully I place the pie onto a plate, along with a pie slicer and carry it through the kitchen into the living room, my red-bottom heels clicking against the granite flooring.
Yes I did treat myself to a new pair using Chris’s credit card details. It’s the least I deserve.
Chris’s face lights up when he spots me walking towards the dinner table, dessert in hand. He picks up the white napkin from his knee and wipes the tomato sauce from around his mouth.
“How was the pizza, pookie?” I say with a sultry smile. Chris groans as he rubs his stomach. “Just perfect, thank you mummy.”
See what I mean.
Placing the pie down, I quickly clear his plate and stack it on top of mine. There’s not a single crumb on the expensive porcelain and I grin at the sight.
I wonder if he knows that he’s just devoured a homemade pizza made from other men. It’s one of my favourite recipes, it always goes down a treat, and the semen I use to mix with the mozzarella is just delicious when it comes straight from the source.
My top tip is, the quicker you can squeeze it out of the severed penis, the more flavourful it is. The glue-like substance melts beautifully with the rich cheese and creates a stringier effect when you pull the slices apart.
“Lovely, are you ready for dessert?”
Chris grins like a Cheshire cat, his eyes shine as they flit between the bubbling cherry pie to my cleavage that’s practically spilling out of my pale pink blouse. I purposely left the top button undone for this reason.
I could smear shit on these puppies and I can guarantee Chris would eat it off of me.
Filthy little boy.
“Oh I’m ready, alright.” He says with that usual gruff tone and I don’t miss the way he palms his cock underneath the table. Rubbing the heel of his hand against the now stretching material of his slacks.
Seems he left the ankle grazers at home.
I give him a blinding smile and run my tongue across my red painted, bottom lip. He trails the action with his eyes, tightening his grip on his crotch. Then I take a seat opposite him and begin to slice him a hefty chunk of the pie.
The pastry is perfectly crumbly and buttery, and to achieve that you must add in the flakes of skin.
They add the perfect bite but also keep the pastry soft enough that it melts in your mouth.
Once I’ve cut the slice, thick cherry compote oozes from the sides and I quickly transfer the slice to a smaller plate.
Lifting up the pie slicer, I stick out my tongue to lick it clean when a thick blob of cherry filling lands in the crack of my breasts.
“Ooops,” I giggle. “Come and clean mummy up.”
Immediately Chris rises from his seat, his erection practically poking me in the eye. He starts to circle the table when I lift my hand, stopping him in place.
“Not so fast, pookie. On your knees, please.”
The words he grunted into my ear as I tried to crawl away from him all those years ago, ring like a deafening church bell in my ear. This time I’m in control. I’ll be the one to call the shots and I’ll decide how this ends.
He looks at me with a heated gaze and slowly lowers himself down until he’s on the floor. “Now be a good boy and crawl to me.” The demand is dark and he wastes no time crawling towards me until he’s at my feet, his chest rising and falling in quick succession.
Slowly I cross my leg over my knee, allowing the black pencil skirt to rise up my thigh, teasing him. Then I lift my foot and prop the toe of my red-bottoms under his chin. His lips part and he lets out a shuddering breath.
“Please mummy.” He whimpers.
“Please.. what?”
I lift his chin higher, watching his Adams apple bob with every swallow. The adrenaline that’s filling my veins sends my head swimming. This man who left me on the cold damp floor, blood coating my thighs along with his toxic ejaculation seeping out of my abused pussy, is now on his knees for me.
He’s crawling like a desperate fucking dog, eager for a taste of me with bits and pieces of other men inside of his stomach.
Chris groans against the toe of my shoe. “Let me clean you. I can be a good boy for you.”
I hum in appreciation. “Yes you can. Mummy is so proud of you.” The lies spill from my mouth but those words have brought him into this situation, he’s fed into this version of me without even realising who he’s actually kneeling in front of.
I’ve never met anyone as dumb in my life. He’s so blinded by lust, so desperate to get a taste of me that he doesn’t even realise who I am, or what he did to me.
I’ll get my revenge, but not until I’ve had my fill.
The cherry jam seeps further down into my cleavage, creating a red sticky mess, one that Chris is licking his lips at.
“C’mon then, clean mummy up.” I call to him like a little puppy and he all but scrambles up onto my chest, his overly wet mouth slurping up the cherry jam between my breasts. He grips the roundness of my breasts in his hands and squeezes them tightly, kneading them like balls of dough.
Frustration niggles at the back of my mind and the sound of him motorboating my tits, makes me roll my eyes. He shakes his head from side to side and starts to blow raspberries on my flesh, rippling the skin to create an awkward farting noise.
Anddddd that’s enough.
Lifting my hand, I grip his hair tightly at the roots to pull his face up. Sticky specks of cherry jam gather at the corner of his mouth. “Lick your lips, you’ve made a mess.” I scold him like a petulant child and he quickly swipes his tongue across his lips, gathering up the remnants.
“Sorry mummy, I’m just so.. hungry.”
I grip his hair tighter, causing him to groan. “I know, and mummy will feed you more.”
His eyes widen at my words. “You’re going to eat this delicious cherry pie from my pussy until you’re allll full up.” I sing-song, gazing down at him through my lashes.
Chris gyrates his hips, his palm gripping his crotch tightly. “Yes mummy.”
I release his hair and shove him backwards, then I uncross my legs and spread my thighs. The hem of my skirt rises, baring my nude pussy to him. Chris groans at the sight and begins to fumble with the zipper on his slacks.
“Ah ah ah, I didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?”
His hand freezes, then he shakes his head. “No mummy, you didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“You can apologise by finishing your dessert. I want to see a clean plate.” My words are clipped as I carefully pick up the slice of cherry pie and begin to smear it all over myself, making sure to get the pastry and cherry jam in all my folds and crevices.
I use my fingers to swirl the sticky, sweet substance around my clit, electing a low moan to slip past my parted lips.
“Oh.. fuck,” Chris whimpers, his gaze never leaving the erotic act. “Your pussy looks so yummy.”
I hum, not at his stupid words but at the way my pussy pulses with every stroke, the crumbly pastry creating a gritty sensation against my skin.
Giving my clit a few more strokes, I use my fore-finger and middle-finger to scoop up a blob of cherry and insert it inside, coating my ridged walls with the decadent dessert.
Once I’m pleased with how I’ve plated up Chris’ dessert, I reach out my hand in front of me, fingers pointed outwards.
“Suck them.”
Chris scrambles onto his hands and knees once again then scuttles across the floor until he’s close enough to suck my fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my digits until they’re fully clean, then I pop them out of his mouth.
“Are you hungry, pookie?” I say with a teasing grin and Chris nods, salvia gathering at the corners of his mouth like a hungry dog. “Yes, please may I eat?”
I nod my head. “You may.”
Immediately Chris clamps his mouth onto my pussy and I throw my legs over his shoulders, yanking his head closer. His tongue works between my sticky folds– scooping up the pie, then he swirls my clit with need.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good but mostly, I don’t wanna be sitting here, cherry pie on my pussy.
Chris dives in deeper and I swear if he gets any closer, he’s going to climb inside of me.
With a harsh grip, he clamps onto the globes of my ass and shoves his tongue inside my hole, sucking out the remnants of pie like a vacuum.
In and out his tongue goes, slurping and sucking like he’s trying to drink a really thick milkshake through a straw.
I cross my ankles together and begin to crush his skull with my thighs, cutting off the air circulation. He groans against my flesh, his panicked pleas muffled against my pussy. It’s a struggle to keep him in place but recently I’ve taken up pilates and my thighs have never been stronger.
Safe to say, I’m quite proud of myself.
I tighten my thighs again, keeping his face locked between my legs. If the suffocation doesn’t knock him out, the drugs that I laced the cherry pie with, and right on cue, his body begins to convulse and the grip he has on my ass starts to loosen.
Fingernails that once dug into my flesh start to fall away, and the moment I open my legs to release him, he lands with a hard thump on the floor.
“Finally.” I huff out and shove him away with my foot.
He rolls over with a splat, eyes glazed as he stares at the ceiling.
Chunks of cherry pie cling to his mouth, mixing with my arousal.
“I suppose it's only what you deserve for being a greedy piggy.” I quip whilst standing from the chair, then I leave him on the floor and head back into the kitchen to wipe myself clean.
Using a warm washcloth, I scrub in between my legs, removing all traces of Chris and his slimy mouth. I repeat the process a couple of times, then I kick off my shoes, pull down my skirt and head back into the living room to deal with Chris.
He’s going to stock up my pantry perfectly.