Cook in the Nude (Part 2)

The wire whisk had been next on my list of masturbatory devices. I’d heard something, somewhere, about the handle being inserted into a woman’s pussy and then the bulb being tapped to create a sort of “twangy” interior effect.

 I had tried it and found that the tuning fork effect was quite unexpectedly pleasurable. I’d had visions of Simon putting one in my cunt and one in my ass and playing me like some sort of perverted musical instrument.

When I told him that one, Simon laughed, liking the image. He took a step back and I turned my head, catching a bit of him reflected in the window of our oven. He was admiring his work, and he quickly turned me so that I could have a view of my hot, crimson bottom.

“Check the cookies,” he said, his voice low, as if it were the most erotic command ever given. I took a deep breath, stood, and opened the oven. The treats were almost done, but not quite. 

While we waited for the cookies to finish, Simon began rifling throu