Making Salad

I've never been one to have food fantasies before... but something about this story... *blush* 

Dinah peeked around the corner to get a better look.  There He was, working at the salad prep counter.  She muttered under her breath, He hates that station!  For a split second, she reconsiders her agenda but the pulsing ache within tells her this is the best time!  He will be in a fowl mood anyway for being stuck there, she might as well do something to deserve His temper.  

She eases to a kneel and slinks across the busy kitchen on all fours, huntress's prowl to her movements, hungry gaze locked to her target.  She lowers lips to His feet in a meek fashion, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable to Him as the slut pulls to a wide kneel.  At first He jumps, mutters a curse word, then points for her to climb under the table.  Dinah positions herself in a manner she knows pleases Him, using her body language to communicate her desires, mouth opened wide as the whore whimpers like a bitch in heat...pleading with her body for His cock.  V steps closer to the table and unzips his fly, the eager girl swallows Him in a mouthful in her desperation for a taste of Him.  V continues to slice vegetables, the harsh sound of the knife smacking the prep table drowned out the sounds of the sluts slurps and whimpers otherwise muffled by His cock. 

After a few blissful minutes of worshipping His arousal, His hand slips below to grasp her by long dark hair!  He drags her to her feet roughly, unceremoniously shoves her over the counter, sending a spray of salad mixture to the floor.  With a grunt He lays claim to what is His, Dinah moans loudly into part of a head of lettuce as He takes her flesh for His pleasure.  Lost in the glorious feeling of His ownership, she jumps at the cold tip probing her ass.  His chuckle strokes fires within, "Carrots are good for you whore, open up."  Face burns crimson as the medium sized carrot forces its entry of her dark star.  Her cries become louder, being filled with the Man that owns her, she groans feeling His release deep in her womb.  Her hips rock wantonly against Him, she whimpers as He withdraws... yet yelps at the harsh replacement of His body with a large cucumber.  Dinah is speechless when he turns her to face Him.  V kisses her cheek, "Enjoy your salad, slut, I'll be home shortly."  Master's laughter echoes in her ears as Dinah stomps out of the restaurant, and returns home to wait for Him.