Chapter 11: Bitch Prepares a Naughty Dessert

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

Natalie had such a look of delight as our limo drove us through the bustling city. It was alive with all the inhabitants bustling through downtown. But none of them appeared as lively as my fiancee. Natalie glowed. My redhead beauty squirmed beside me, her large, fake tits jiggling in the tight sheath dress she wore, her nipples poking hard.

She had thrown herself into planning our wedding. She wanted it to be perfect.

I wanted her to be happy.

A year ago, if you told me I would be getting married, I would have laughed. I had everything I needed. I had the power to control anyone with a word. The world obeyed my commands. I could rule it if I wanted to put up with the headache.

I was content with punishing those who were rude. Asshole, bitches, jackasses, cock-suckers, cunts, and self-centered butt-munchers. I put them in their places. Punished them. It was fun to come up with new ways to do it.

In Natalie, I found a woman that wanted to punish them as much as I did. She reveled in it. I found a woman whom I couldn’t control. She was immune to it and yet she was so thrilled to just do whatever I wanted because it made her wet.

She may be the kinkiest woman in the world. That innocent, youthful face hid a perverse soul. She was at home spanking a whore, pissing in a slut’s mouth, and fucking a cunt’s asshole with the biggest strap-on she could find.

“They are highly recommended,” Natalie was saying. “Gourmet Delights did Genevieve Swan’s wedding.”

“Who?”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “She’s the heir to the Swan Fortune. One of the biggest socialites in the city.”

“Only because I haven’t met her,” I said. “She sounds like someone who would end up sucking bums off at Central Station.”

Natalie giggled. “Probably. But this company are the ones who catered her wedding.” “And if that’s what you want, then we’ll have it,” I told her. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles.

She squealed in delight.

Natalie

I just couldn’t stop squirming as I sat in the Tasting Room—didn’t that make this sound so elegant; the Tasting Room—at Gourmet Delights. It was a dining room with a table in the center covered in a white table cloth. It had a centerpiece of pink roses in a silver vase polished to a mirror finish. The walls were covered in elegant wallpaper with the ceiling covered in tiles edged in gold molding. It was breathtaking. I felt like I was at an expensive restaurant.

All alone with the man I love.

The Man wore a blazer today with a silk shirt, the top few buttons undone. He looked handsome and suave, a man of importance taking his ease. He was in command of the room, dominating the situation.

A year ago, I had been struggling to make rent and working my minimum wage job as the receptionist at Amazons, an all-women’s gym. Now I was about to marry the most powerful man in the world. He controlled people with his words. It was amazing. Made me so wet.

“Now, here is what I was thinking for an appetizer before the main course,” said Caroline, the owner. She wore a business pantsuit of a light purple, a blazer of a darker purple blouse. She was in her thirties, professional, her brown hair in a ponytail that swayed behind her. She strolled forward holding a silver tray with a dish on it. It was stacked with something dark, almost like raisins. They had a sticky gleam to them. “Candied dates made with a scintillating rose honey and sprinkled with fine almonds.”

“Ooh, dates,” I said in delight as she set the dish down before me.

“Now, they are a little sticky,” she said, “so I can understand why you wouldn’t want them at your wedding, but they are my favorite dish.”

“Wonderful,” I said and grabbed one. The sticky honey, caramelized over the dates, clung to my fingers. I popped it into my mouth and chewed. The amazing flavor melted across my tongue. I groaned at it, a shiver racing through my body. “Oh, my god, that’s good.”

The Man grabbed one and popped it into his mouth. He chewed on it for a moment and then he smiled. “That is good.”

Caroline, however, was frowning. “I’m sorry, it’s missing the almonds. I’ll be right back. Very sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I said.

“It’s not fine.” Caroline snagged up the dish. “This is for your wedding. It cannot be fine, it must be perfect. I am terribly sorry. This will not happen on your special day.”

She whirled around and marched for the back room, her ass looking nice in her pantsuit. She pushed into the swinging door that led into the kitchen. I sucked the honey off my finger, loving the taste of it.

“I thought it was fine,” the Man said.

“But it can’t be fine,” I said in a melodramatic huff, “it must be perfect.”

“Oh, no, Bridezilla is awakening.”

I giggled. “Tokyo better watch out because—”

“What do you call this?” shouted from the kitchen. “Huh, Klara? I brought these out to them and there were no almonds in them.”

“I hadn’t had a chance to put them in. You took them—”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. That’s all you do. Just sob about how you can’t do this task right. Or how you fuck that task up. I’m getting sick of it. Stop blaming me for your mistakes!”

“S-sorry!”

The Man’s face darkened. It sounded like this was Caroline’s fault. My jaw tightened. That wasn’t good at all. But I knew the Man would take care of it. If Caroline thought she could be a bitch, she would learn.

Would the Man turn her into a real bitch like that terrible cunt from the gym? She was our pet now. I didn’t even remember her name. It didn’t matter because she was a bitch now, crawling on her hands and knees with her butt plug tail shoved up her ass.

The door opened and Caroline rushed back out holding the dish. She had a smile on her lips. All signs of her bitchiness were gone. We were her customers. She wanted to impress us. She wouldn’t speak that way to the Man or me.

But the truth of her was revealed.

“I am so sorry,” she said, her voice light and airy. “Klara fixed her mistake. This is how they are. You see how the almonds cling to them. It adds this crunch that is quite pleasing. Please, please try them.”

The mind controller stared at her, his eyes hard. “You like to use your mouth to yell a lot.”

“Only when Klara gives me a reason,” Caroline said, still smiling. “Now, she has the pheasant in the oven. And we’ll also have the salmon for you to taste. And, of course, more appetizers. We have a wonderful fried eggplant stuffed with—”

“A woman’s mouth isn’t made for yelling,” the Man said, cutting her off. “Do you know what it’s made for?” He pushed back his chair.

“No,” Caroline said. She looked confused. “I’m so sorry if you heard me dealing with my lazy cook. I need to fire her, but she’s good when she’s supervised. Amazing, but she—”

“Your mouth, Caroline, offends me,” the man said. “I don’t want to hear you talking. Your mouth was made for pleasure. For sucking cock.” He pulled out his dick with practiced ease. Caroline let out a soundless gasp. She stepped back as his dick throbbed as it thrust up into the air. A thick slab. Bigger than any I had enjoyed before I met him.

It was a magnificent specimen. My pussy cream soaked my thighs. My clit throbbed.

“Well?” the Man said. “When a man’s dick needs sucking, a bitch like you puts her mouth to use.”

She shuddered and then she fell to her knees before him. She grabbed his cock and sucked it into her mouth. He smiled as he leaned back in his ornate chair. Caroline made such sloppy sounds as she worshiped my Man’s cock. My cunt clenched. I licked my lips in envy.

I could suck on his dick for hours.

“Klara,” I called. “Klara, could you come in here. We need your help.”

“What?” a woman asked. Her voice was timid.

“Caroline needs you to do something with the dates,” I said, a smile growing. “Bitch, take off your pants and panties.”

“You obey Natalie like you obey me, bitch,” growled the Man.

The woman whimpered and then sucked harder. She nursed on that cock with a hungry mouth and then unfastened the pastel pants she wore. At the same moment, the kitchen doors swung open and a woman in a chef’s outfit came out.

Klara was a young woman, in her mid-twenties, with a petite body. She had black slacks on and a chef’s coat buttoned up before her. On her head, she had a chef’s cap. She pulled it off as she approached, her blonde hair spilling out. Then she gasped, seeing her boss pulling down her pants as she sucked on the Man’s cock.

“It’s okay, Klara,” I said, squeezing my thighs. “We’re punishing Caroline for being such a cunt to you.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” the Man said, his voice throaty with pleasure. Caroline sucked with noisy passion.

The shock and apprehension in Klara’s face melted away. Then something like delight shone. “Punish her?”

“Yes, we’re punishing her for being a nasty cunt who yelled at you for her own mistake.” Anger swelled through me. “So she’s using her mouth to do something good. Sucking my Man’s cock like the dirty, nasty whore she truly is.”

“Oh, my,” Klara said. “She does that all the time. She blames me for everything. She yells at me. She makes me cry. I hate this job.”

I smiled as Caroline shoved down her panties. Her brown-furred muff appeared. She wasn’t wet at all. I stood up and moved around to get a good look at that ass. I smacked it hard. The sound echoed. She squealed in pain around the Man’s cock.

He groaned in delight. His hand grabbed the bitch’s ponytail. He gripped it tight. He forced her mouth to work up and down his cock. He groaned, the pleasure he received made me smile and my cunt ache.

“Klara, come here and give her a spank,” I said. I grabbed the bowl of dates and brought it to the table’s edge. “Come on. Punish the cunt who treated you like shit!”

SMACK!

The stinging slap from my second spank echoed through the room. Caroline groaned. Klara licked her lips. Then the blonde woman moved closer. Her blue eyes were wide as she stared down at the bitch of a boss she worked for. I grinned at her, so excited that she could be here to see this.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “Spank that ass. Just smack it nice and hard.”

Klara cracked her hand down on that ass. Caroline bucked. The red handprint blossomed, the color rising across the bitch’s butt-cheek. My pussy clenched, a wave of heat rising through my body. I squirmed there, my cunt dripping cream down my thighs.

“Just like that,” I moaned, my hips wiggling.

CRACK!

“Yes!” I gasped.

“You’re the bitch!” Klara hissed. “You’re the fucking cunt that always messes up. I’m tired of you blaming me!”

CRACK!

“Yes, yes,” growled the Man. “Mmm, she sucks so hard when you spank her.”

CRACK!

“Good!” gasped Klara. “I always knew you were a cock-sucking bitch! You’re the worst boss ever. Your business would be in the shit without me.”

CRACK!

“Yes, yes, in the shit!” I gasped, swaying, my cunt getting wetter and wetter. “Mmm, now look at these dates. I think they’re still missing something. This horrible, stuck-up slut thought she could bring us out dates that weren’t ready. Can you believe that, Klara?”

“Yes, I can!” she hissed, her face twisting with passion. “She fucks up royally every day. She’s such an idiot. I don’t know how she ever got so good at this.”

Caroline just kept sucking on the Man’s cock. A tear ran down her cheek as she was belittled by her beleaguered employee. I loved it. My hips wiggled from side to side, my pussy getting so hot and juicy. So ready to get wild.

“Now,” I said to Klara, “this cunt took out the dates without first soaking them in her pussy for us. Can you believe that?”

Klara’s eyes bulged, shocked by my words.

“I can’t,” growled the Man. “She’s trying to act like they’re perfect, but the dumb bitch fucked up. Again. Luckily, we have her amazing shaft to help her out. Soak those dates in her cunt.”

“Yes!” Klara hissed, accepting the Man’s words. “You are such a dumb shit, Caroline. How could you forget something that important? Oh, right, you’re a moron that would rather look like the next Martha Stewart than pay any attention to what she’s doing!”

CRACK!

Caroline’s ass rippled from that impact. I whimpered while the slut moaned around the Man’s cock. Then Klara grabbed the bowl of dates and started pulling them out. She shoved the sticky delights into Caroline’s cunt, pushing them through the mat of brown hairs to penetrate that twat.

The bitch moaned as Klara stuffed more and more dates into her snatch. I swayed there, loving the sight. It made me so wet to see more and more of the treats being pressed into the bitch’s snatch. I fanned my face. My nipples throbbed.

“If you weren’t such a stuck-up whore, you would have known to do this!” Klara spat, forcing in more dates.

“Stuff that cunt!” the Man groaned, fucking Caroline’s mouth up and down his dick. “Yes!”

The Man bucked in his chair. My pussy clenched. A wave of heat washed over me as he flooded the cunt’s mouth with his jizz. Caroline moaned and then swallowed down his passion. I smiled, loving the sounds she made as she gulped down his cum.

The pleasure crossed my lover’s face. He grunted with each eruption, basting her mouth. She swallowed load after load after load. The Man could cum more than any male alive. I loved hearing her whimper while Klara shoved more dates into the slut’s pussy.

“Fucking bitch,” the Man groaned. “That’s what your mouth is for. Not for yelling at your amazing cook.”

Klara beamed.

I glanced at Klara as the bitch slid her mouth off my dick. “You’re the cook. Do things your way. I want you to get somethings to prepare out here. Make it humiliating for her. Make it wicked and delicious.”

“Yes,” Klara said.

“You’re in charge of her now,” I said. “You are the cook. This is your kitchen. She’s just the bitch that gets the clients. She can never yell at you again, can you?”

Caroline looked at me, and then she just sucked on the tip of my cock.

“You can speak, bitch,” I snarled. “But you can’t yell. If you do, you have to find the filthiest bum you can and suck his dick after you do it. Understand.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

“Sir,” echoed Natalie. She looked about to faint with excitement.

Klara returned from the kitchen with a thick cucumber and a can of whipped cream. She sets it down and then starts unbuttoning her chef’s coat. She rips it off, wearing just a stretchy tank top beneath. She has small breasts.

“Get naked, bitch,” I growled. Then I softened my voice. “You, too, honey.”

Natalie winked at me and then ripped off the sheath dress she wore. Her large breasts bounced out. They were so firm and huge. G-cup tits that were the perfect size and ripeness. They swayed as she smiled at me.

I loved what she looked like. She was sexy as fuck. Her breast swayed together. She had a pussy dripping with her excitement. I stared at her with hunger, not even paying attention to the other two stripping naked until Klara spoke.

“Shove that cucumber into my cunt!” hissed Klara. “Bitch, you need to get it soaked in my pussy cream. We have discerning guests here.”

“Fine,” snapped Caroline.

“Was that a pout?” Natalie asked, her hands squeezing her tits.

“Yes, it was,” I said. “Klara is your cook, whore. You will obey her without being a cunt. If you ever speak to her like that, you will have to find the dirtiest bum to fuck you in the ass without lube.”

Caroline’s face paled. “S-sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me, cunt! Apologize to the gorgeous and saintly Klara whom you insulted.”

“I’m so sorry, Klara,” Caroline gasped. She knelt naked, her large breasts swaying beneath her. They were a gorgeous pair. She grabbed the cucumber off the table. “I’ll fuck this in and out of you and get it nice and soaked.”

“I have to cum for that,” Klara said, her naked body perched on the table. She had small breasts, barely more than budding mounds. It was a shame she was so slender and petite. If she had big tits, she would be so hot.

“To show her your gratitude,” I told Caroline as she brought the cucumber to her cock’s shaved twat, “you’re going to pay to have Klara get a boob job so she can have the big tits she deserves. I’ll give you the name of a great doctor.”

“O-okay,” said Caroline.

Then she thrust the cucumber into Klara’s pussy. The blonde shuddered. She leaned back, her blonde hair swaying. To my delight, Natalie grabbed the chef’s hat and popped it back on Klara’s head. My fiancee gave a satisfied nod.

My dick throbbed as I watched Caroline pleasuring Klara. The bitch pumped that thick, green vegetable in and out of Klara’s cunt. The cook moaned, her body trembling as she received that naughty pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, marinade that cucumber in me!” groaned Klara. “Mmm, and you better not let any of those dates spill out of your cunt!”

“I won’t,” gasped the bitch. “I’ll do a good job.”

“Miss Klara,” I said.

“Miss Klara,” repeated the bitch.

I smiled, my dick hard. Natalie was watching, her thighs gleaming. She needed pleasure, too. I grabbed a can of whipped cream. It was cool from the refrigerator. It had that slender, white nozzle you pushed on to get the contents to whiz out.

“Sit beside Klara, my love,” I told Natalie. “I need to feast on some sweet pie.” I held up the whipped cream. “And I have the good stuff to put on it.”

“Yes!” Natalie gasped, sitting beside Klara. My redhead’s big tits jiggled as she threw her legs wide. Her shaved twat appeared, her pussy lips spreading open to reveal her juicy depths. Her sweet musk filled my nose. “Bon appetit!”

Licking my lips, I fell to my knees before the woman I loved. I brought the can of whipped cream to her pussy. I pressed it right against her twat, just above her clit, and pushed on the nozzle. With a whoosh, the fluffy white delight gushed out. I coated her snatch.

She gasped and shuddered above me. Her big tits heaved as I covered her pussy in the sugary delight. She trembled and whimpered. Her face twisted in pleasure. She leaned back and grinned down at me as I dived my head down to her cunt.

I feasted on her.

I licked and lapped and devoured the cream adorning her pussy. My tongue flew over her twat. I lapped up all that wonderful delight. I savored every bit of the sugary cream adorning her vulva. Beneath it was the sweetness of her pussy.

She groaned as I rubbed my face into the mess. I didn’t care that it was dripping down my chin. I just wanted to lick it all up. My tongue bathed over her plump vulva, cleaning up all the cream that adorned her twat.

“That’s it,” gasped Klara. “Mmm, you can go faster. Really get that cucumber in my cunt, whore!”

“Yes, Miss Klara!” Caroline moaned. I could hear the rhythm increasing as I feasted on my Natalie’s cunt. “Like that?”

“Yes!” gasped the cook.

“Mmm, that’s so hot to watch,” moaned Natalie. “You’re finally being a decent human being and not a bitch. Klara is a person, not a doormat for you to walk over.”

“That’s right!” Klara moaned. “I’m in charge. You’re going to be making up for all that nastiness. Ooh, lick my clit while you do it. Flick that tongue over my bud. Make me cum!”

“Yes, Miss Klara,” the cunt moaned.

I loved it. She was learning her place. It made my dick throb hard. But I had a yummy pussy to feast on. A delicious, sweet pie to devour. And it was all out of whipped cream. I had licked up all that sugary treat.

I pressed the nozzle into my Natalie’s cunt. She stared down at me, her green eyes expectant. I pushed the nozzle deeper, her pussy lips clenching around it. My smile broadened as I pushed on the nozzle.