A taste test

You find yourself sprawled across the island in the center of the kitchen. You give your legs a few experimental kicks and find that you’re not anywhere close to being able to touch the ground. Any further attempts to put together an escape plan end abruptly when Elaine finishes washing her hands and walks over, apparently ready to begin preparing dinner. Which seems to be you. This won’t end well…

“Now let’s see what I’ll be preparing today…” {if Times Caught = 1}Elaine pulls your shirt up to reveal your naked breasts and flat tummy. {endif}The perverted woman gazes directly at your boobs for a few seconds, and you’re pretty sure you can see her beginning to drool. You’re starting to feel more and more like food by the second…

“C-Chloes are inedible you know. In fact, they’re poisonous! You’ll get a bad stomachache if you eat one. And then die!” you warn her.

“Nonsense, dear. The secret is in how you prepare the Chloe. You just need to use plenty of love and affection, and the dish becomes completely harmless.”

“That’s not really… Umm… Th-that’s not how it works…” It’s hard to think of a comeback with Elaine’s ravenous gaze fixed on you. As soon as you move your arms to cover your boobs, though, Elaine’s hands shoot out like harpoons to pin your wrists to the counter.

“The presentation of the dish is already perfect. Don’t tamper with it. Now, to check the consistency of what I’ll be working with…” Elaine runs a finger along each of your areolae, being careful not to touch the erect nipples themselves. {if bRefrigerator = True}The cold metal of the refrigerator has left your nipples stiffer than you can remember them ever being, and much more sensitive.{else@}Being eyed up like your girlfriend’s next meal has you feeling extra ****, as if her eyes are firing lasers to melt away all your pervert defenses.{endif} At least, that’s what you tell yourself to justify your overreaction to her touch.

“*Ahhh!* *Hy-hyaahh!*” A barrage of high-pitched cries flood out of your mouth involuntarily. You’re shocked at your own excessive reaction, having been caught completely off-guard by nothing more than a slight touch. Elaine, on the other hand, lets out an excited gasp.

“Oh listen to you! It seems this is an especially sweet delicacy I’m making…” your raven-haired girlfriend coos. N-Not fair! Your nipples are sensitive to begin with, but this ridiculous situation is making them feel as sensitive as your clit…

She continues the exact same stimulation, doing circles around your nipples but never making contact with the rock-hard nub in the center. Your legs kick back and forth as you writhe under her touch, making exceptionally cute and girly moans. The heat and pressure of her fingers feels like heaven, yet a single second of it is too much to take. Not that it stops Elaine from forcing you to endure second after second of it. But even this isn’t enough to satisfy the doting woman.

“You are simply TOO sweet. If I don’t do something about this I’m going to end up with a sugar rush…” She walks away for a second, leaving you staring at the ceiling and catching your breath from the **** on your delicate titties. You hear the refrigerator door open and close, and she returns to splash something wet on your boobs. This… This isn’t good.

“Maybe a little soy sauce will balance out the flavor.” With no more warning, she clamps her warm, wet mouth around your nipple, and the world goes white. “*NNN-AHHHHH!*” A scream fills the kitchen as you arch your back as far as your body will allow, and you go right back to crying out “sweetly” as Elaine’s tongue practices its boxing skills against your stiff bud. {if bRefrigerator = True}It feels like a volcano inside her mouth! It’s exactly what your frosty nipples needed after your hiding spot, yet they’re waaay too sensitive to handle it.{else@}The feeling of her tongue on your chest consumes your thoughts, leaving you capable of doing nothing but crying out in the voice Elaine seems to love so much.{endif} She keeps this up for a minute or so, your toes clenching in full **** as you moan your little heart out.

“Still sweet. How about the other one?” Elaine moves her mouth to your other nipple, intent on tasting it as well. “*HAAA-* Ha?” You let out a confused sound as Elaine stops just short of actually locking down on your tit. “Aww, you are just the cutest, you know that?”

Your face erupts in a crimson blush, and Elaine takes that exact moment to strike. “*FWAAAAAAHHH!*” Again, you arch your back and scream as the powerful heat overtakes your chest. You grip the countertop with both hands, hard enough to give yourself white knuckles, as your girlfriend makes an appetizer out of you. And unsurprisingly, it only makes her dish sweeter. “Quit *ngh* playing with your food…” you whine. It gets completely ignored.

{if Times Caught < 3}Only at this point do you notice your love juices dripping into your panties, your tunnel absolutely soaked by your predicament. {else@}As your back gets tired of bending, you relax yourself back down onto the counter, your butt making an audible plop against the puddle of your own love juices that has formed below you. {endif} “Well, at least you’re not too dry,” Elaine chuckles, “but you’re still too sweet. At this rate a sugar rush will be the least of my worries, I’ll end up with a cavity!” {if Times Caught = 1}She quickly cleans up the mess of spit she left on you by wiping your boobs down with your shirt. The sudden, rough stimulation has you clenching your teeth and kicking your legs frantically, but the culinary mastermind pays it no mind, eventually releasing your shirt once she’s content that your boobs are dry. {endif}Elaine steps away again, grabbing something else from the refrigerator…

She keeps up her routine of putting different sauces on your boobs and then licking them off, and each time you find new heights to raise your voice to, inspiring even more jabs about how sweet you are from Elaine. Your nipples also reach new heights, getting harder and more sensitive than they ever have before, leaving you worried that they’ll never go back to normal. And between her doting words and her relentless ministrations, the vibrant blush on your face may end up permanent.

“Still *gulp* just sooooo sweet,” Elaine purrs, still savoring your tender, overstimulated breasts. You slam a fist down on the countertop and squeal as you approach your limit, but Elaine continues on as if it were no big deal. At this point, your crotch is absolutely awash with juices and you’ve accepted your role as nothing but a meal for your girlfriend to indulge in for all eternity.

“I guess I just have nooooo chooooiiice but to accept my Chloe precisely as sweet as she is, since nothing I can do will change it. Bon appétit!” No sooner have the words left her mouth than {if Times Caught < 3}your panties are pulled to the side and{endif} you feel Elaine’s tongue deliver a single lick from the bottom of your nether lips, straight up to your engorged clit.

“*NNNAAAAAAHHHHH!!!*” Your eyes roll back in your head as you shriek, your body convulsing as you succumb to Elaine’s taste test. Rather than stopping, though, Elaine is inspired by your reaction to drive her tongue into your tunnel and begin licking vigorously.

Reflexively, you fling all four of your limbs around frantically, looking for anything to grab onto but finding no purchase whatsoever. Your only hope is escape, but the instant you inch your butt away from her, Elaine’s arms latch onto your thighs and lock you in place as she enjoys her meal in earnest.

“S-S-Slow down Elaine! Don’t eat so fast! You’ll get the hiccups!” you cry. Far from a signal to stop, your climax only encourages the would-be chef to get more creative, and by the time she’s done with you, it feels like you’ve been drained of every drop of girlcum you can offer. Apparently you played the role of both meal and drink in the end…

“Delicious. Just the right amount of sweetness.” You can practically hear her wink, but you’re too tired to focus your vision on anything, instead settling for a blurred image of the ceiling. “I’m glad you enjoyed your dinner…” you sigh, still stuck in a daze.

{if Times Caught < 3}After taking some time to recover and realizing that you are, in fact, NOT food, you begin to pull your {if Times Caught = 2}panties back into place over your damp pussy lips, only to be stopped by Elaine. “I’ll just get these out of your way. I’m sure your pussy won’t miss them.” Elaine slides your pink panties down your legs and flings them into a corner.{else}shirt down over your sensitive boobs, only to be stopped by Elaine. “Let’s keep those delicious breasts of yours out for a while longer, shall we?” Your shirt is flung into a corner, along with any chances of covering up your puffy, **** nipples.{endif}

“Now run along to your next spot. I’ll start counting…”

You unglue yourself from the countertop and wobble off to your next hiding spot, holding your hands over your cunt as Elaine’s joke about following your trail of girlcum is now a very real concern. Chloes are not food!{endif}