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A and first ever collaboration, ladies and gentlemen!

for the #kinkapril2020 theme: Naked

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You know how it is: you walk down a street. It’s late. Inevitably a car will stop, a man will come out and grab you. In an instant you find yourself tied up, gagged and shoved inside the trunk.

After some time driving he turned off the engine, opened the trunk and pulled me out. I was brutally forced inside a comfortable house.. He untied me, released me of the gag, pulled a gun on me and snapped:
« Strip! »
Well.. What else can a girl expect?
He was the ordinary creep, limit ugly, rude, twice my age..

I stripped.

« You won’t get away with it" I tried, using a line already old.
« Keep the stockings and shoes! »
Ohhh.. Another pervert I thought, although he didn’t look like a lawyer (hello Rob!)
I covered my mons with one hand, tried to hide my boobs with the other. Batting my lashes, already slightly squirming..
Expecting the unavoidable.

« Put this on » he ordered throwing at my face a ridiculously small piece of fabric. An apron.
Like the tiniest apron in the world!

I complied. Feeling so exposed..
He seized my arm and pushed me in the corridor.. Ohh god..pant.. he’s going to rape me in his bedroom..pant… I could feel his eyes on my bum.

Instead, we got into a large kitchen.

The brute pushed me forward. I nearly fell on my heels. Ohh God..pant.. he’s going to rape me on the kitchen table.
« I’m confined « he said, his face hard and severe. « Stay-at-home and crap! »
« W-we’re all confined » I tried.« We’re all in this together ».
« Like I care? I’m stuck here, and I need a wench to cook for me!
….
What?
…
I was so baffled, I put my hand in front of my mouth, forgetting it was supposed to cover my pussy.

« So get on with it, bitch! I’ve hoarded plenty of food, and I want you to start cooking my dinner! »
Wow..
I had never been so insulted! No rape? No bondage? No spanking? No abuse?
The humiliation of it!

But you know me..

« All right sir, I’ll cook » I shot back, the red on my cheeks betraying how offended I was. « But vegetarian! »
« Of course idiot. Why do you think I picked you up? »

The mortification had reached unfathomable levels. The monster!

But you know me…

First I peeled a big onion naked and slowly simmered it in olive oil on a pan with a bayleaf.
All the while bending over the deck making sure to sway from one hip to the other, keeping my bum well yanked.
I sensed him getting closer.
Then I cut carrots in slices.
His warm hands landed on my hips
I cut tomatoes in quarters.
One hand cupped my left tit and squeezed. I moaned.
I picked up the zucchinis that I sliced not too thin.
I heard the traditional male unzipping.
I put the veggies in the pan.
His burning cock met the fresh skin of my buttocks.
I added thyme, turmeric, rosemary and oregano.
Then I lowered the fire under the pan, rubbed my ass against his rising manhood.

I spread carefully grated ginger.

But you know men..

I never got to cook the quinoa!

Description

A and first ever collaboration, ladies and gentlemen!

for the #kinkapril2020 theme: Naked

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

You know how it is: you walk down a street. It’s late. Inevitably a car will stop, a man will come out and grab you. In an instant you find yourself tied up, gagged and shoved inside the trunk.

After some time driving he turned off the engine, opened the trunk and pulled me out. I was brutally forced inside a comfortable house.. He untied me, released me of the gag, pulled a gun on me and snapped:
« Strip! »
Well.. What else can a girl expect?
He was the ordinary creep, limit ugly, rude, twice my age..

I stripped.

« You won’t get away with it" I tried, using a line already old.
« Keep the stockings and shoes! »
Ohhh.. Another pervert I thought, although he didn’t look like a lawyer (hello Rob!)
I covered my mons with one hand, tried to hide my boobs with the other. Batting my lashes, already slightly squirming..
Expecting the unavoidable.

« Put this on » he ordered throwing at my face a ridiculously small piece of fabric. An apron.
Like the tiniest apron in the world!

I complied. Feeling so exposed..
He seized my arm and pushed me in the corridor.. Ohh god..pant.. he’s going to rape me in his bedroom..pant… I could feel his eyes on my bum.

Instead, we got into a large kitchen.

The brute pushed me forward. I nearly fell on my heels. Ohh God..pant.. he’s going to rape me on the kitchen table.
« I’m confined « he said, his face hard and severe. « Stay-at-home and crap! »
« W-we’re all confined » I tried.« We’re all in this together ».
« Like I care? I’m stuck here, and I need a wench to cook for me!
….
What?
…
I was so baffled, I put my hand in front of my mouth, forgetting it was supposed to cover my pussy.

« So get on with it, bitch! I’ve hoarded plenty of food, and I want you to start cooking my dinner! »
Wow..
I had never been so insulted! No rape? No bondage? No spanking? No abuse?
The humiliation of it!

But you know me..

« All right sir, I’ll cook » I shot back, the red on my cheeks betraying how offended I was. « But vegetarian! »
« Of course idiot. Why do you think I picked you up? »

The mortification had reached unfathomable levels. The monster!

But you know me…

First I peeled a big onion naked and slowly simmered it in olive oil on a pan with a bayleaf.
All the while bending over the deck making sure to sway from one hip to the other, keeping my bum well yanked.
I sensed him getting closer.
Then I cut carrots in slices.
His warm hands landed on my hips
I cut tomatoes in quarters.
One hand cupped my left tit and squeezed. I moaned.
I picked up the zucchinis that I sliced not too thin.
I heard the traditional male unzipping.
I put the veggies in the pan.
His burning cock met the fresh skin of my buttocks.
I added thyme, turmeric, rosemary and oregano.
Then I lowered the fire under the pan, rubbed my ass against his rising manhood.

I spread carefully grated ginger.

But you know men..

I never got to cook the quinoa!