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Just a Taste

Added 2023-01-09 05:47:00 +0000 UTC

I can't believe you are really pleasuring yourself to a cooking show.

"Shhh, can't you see I'm busy?"

Sigh. Sure. If that's what you call it.

"Besides, shouldn't you be leaving me alone. I told you, I don't want a voice following me around everywhere."

And I told you I'd stop following you when I see clearly how to make you happy. After all, I'm the being who has lived a hundred thousand years. I get some leeway.

"You keep reminding me."

What do you see in her?

"What isn't there to see? Penelope Swallows is a top rated chef, a total babe for a MILF, and you can tell she has a great body underneath that dress AND. . . I have a thing for aprons."

Clearly.

"God, just look at her cleavage."

She is pretty hot for her age. But wouldn't you rather watch her in her own kitchen than in a studio kitchen?

"They don't show that on TV."

But it doesn't stop me from showing it.

"You mean?"

I'll spare some of my power for you, especially seeing you so desperate.

"Holy shit."

This is she. Two days ago. In her own kitchen.

"Good God. Just look at her. Look at her tits! Her robe isn't even closed."

It doesn't have to be.

"Oh fuck, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you!"

Enough. It's hardly that difficult to shift time in this way. Here. If you like this, you will like what she was doing yesterday.

"Oh God."

"Fuck."

You're quiet. Do you not like it?

"No. I love it. I'm just close."

Naturally.

"Oh, god. I want to come inside of her. Deep inside of her."

. . . How deep?

"Shhh. I'm almost there."

Don't shush me.

"Hey! Where did she go? I was about to get off to that!"

You've just given me an idea. For now it's back to regularly scheduled programming.

"Great."

Hello, Jonas.

"What the fuck?"

Are you ready to try?

"Try what?"

This delicious taco you've been watching me make.

"Voice! Where are you? This is freaking me out!"

I'm Penelope at the moment. I like it. My nipples are cutting into the pads of my bra like thick little marker caps. Her panties are hugging her crotch so nicely and her pussy flushed and wet between my thighs. It's been a long time since I have possessed a human female. I'm half of the mind to find and sit on a nice thick cock. Mmmm. You should try it sometime. It's actually nice to have your lips spread wide around one. Stuffed full. Sliding up and down with just a flick of the hips. *Giggle.* But I digress. Now as I was saying: don't you want a taste of my taco or what?

"A taste?"

Yes, first we are going to try the daintiest lick. You've always wanted to lick my taco haven't you, Jonas?

"Voice! What's happening to me!? I'm being pulled into the video!"

"Oh God, yes!"

Relax. Take it slow.

"Oh. Oh Fuck!"

Look down slowly.

"Oh God. It's me. It's me!"

You've always wanted this.

"Not from this angle!"

What about now?

"Mmmmnnn!"

You look good in stockings. Do you like how your garter fits.

"My legs. They feel hugged. And my shoulders."

Yes?

"Something is tugging on them."

You know what lingerie feels like now. Now tell him to lick your pussy.

"But he already. . . "

Just tell him!"

That's right. Lick my pussy. Just like that. . .

"Oh fuck, her voice in my throat."

Yes. Smooth. Clear. A song.

"Oh fuck. I'm going to come."

Yes, just like that! Your tongue has Penelope so close, Jonas.

No, no, no! Naughty girl! You can't come yet. If you come here you will come in your bedroom and we need all of your energy to finish our work.

"Our work?"

You may feel like you are passing out. I'm just taking you back home.

"But I'm so close!"

"Oh fuck. Where am I?"

Back where we were before you tasted my taco.

"I tasted my own taco!"

That's one way to put it. I'm back in Penelope. God, she's even wetter after that! So did you like it? Did you like having your taco tasted?"

"I. . . "

You're blushing. Answer the question.

"Yes."

Then we have found what will make you happy. Don't worry. I'm just going to make a few adjustments and we can go. All we need is an an LZ.

"LZ?"

A landing zone. And I find that the present is always a lovely place to land. And luckily, Ms. Penelope is in a very comfortable place right now.

"Oh god, what am I seeing?"

Do not be concerned. Your world will begin to unwind. Hers as well. There is always some unwinding before things can be bound together. You are merely seeing her unwoven threads begin to brush sweetly against yours. We have much to weave.

"Oh fuck."

You can feel them a bit can't you? Aren't they heavy. Did you ever imagine them to be so heavy? Your flat chest is where you've been, but this is where you are going.

"Oh god. I just wanted them in my hands."

They will be in your hands. And that isn't all.

"Stop. Please!"

Very well. Take a break. Let's go back one last time.

But this is the last one. And we only have a few seconds. Every thread is unwound. It's time to weave your destinies.

Fuck. . . wait. . . my voice. I'm still in my bedroom.

You are spread between your bedroom, the landing zone, and every place in between. They will blend. Ms. Penelope, tell me about blending.

Blending means to combine two or more ingredients. It can be combined or “blended”, either by hand or with an electric mixer or blender. This method is done until the mixture is smooth and uniform in texture, flavour, and colour. Blend any hot mixtures with caution. Oh, god. . .

Yes. You do produce a cooking show after all.

In an apron.

Your cock is hard isn't it?

Yes, and my nipples. I'm so wet. And confused. I'm on my knees and I'm in bed masturbating and I'm on TV and my tits are so heavy and I'm about to taste something delicious.

Then you are blending together nicely. Are you ready, Jonas? You will soon wake in your new present. I am weaving the final strands. They are in my hands. Say goodbye to your bedroom. To your self. You won't be back.

"What's happening?"

I'm connecting your last thread to hers.

"FUCK!"

. . .