Author's Note
Just to clarify. There is no sex. None. This is about Objectophilia, the sexual interest in inanimate objects. That doesn’t mean I’ll have her stuffing a rolling pin in her pussy while pinching her nipple with a pair of tongs. This is just a random idea I thought of.
Preparing the Kitchen
It was the crack of dawn, Celestia’s Sun had barely risen halfway up the distant horizon as Saffron sneaked about the restaurant. She had to be careful not to wake her father. She would die of embarrassment if her father learned what she was about to to, and has done for a long time now. But the mare couldn’t help it. She was in love with the kitchen, literally. The mare was an objectophilic, she was sexually aroused by inanimate objects. Turning on the light, Saffron revealed her choice of attire to the kitchen. She was completely naked, save for a large apron that covered her front, hugging her breasts , belly, and crotch closely. With the words “Kiss the Cook” and a lipstick kiss mark just at her womb across it.
“Oh boys.” Saffron teases, though there was no actual noise, the mare heard different. To her, the kitchen was now roaring with the hoot and hollers of perverted men; men wanting to have their ways with her curvaceous body. “Don’t get too feisty. That’s my job.”
Walking towards the center of the kitchen, Saffron made sure to strut and bounce her sexy ass with each step as she moved. She wanted all the “men” in the room to see how slutty she was for them. How much she wanted them to look at her. To taste her with their “eyes”. To desire her to give them her attention. Looking around, the kitchen was still and silent. But to Saffron, it was if all these “men” were watching her, waiting for her to make her choice. If she had her way, she’d take them all, engaging in an orgy of pleasure. But there was never enough time. She could only choose one of them, maybe even on section of the kitchen if she was lucky.
“Now let’s see.” Saffron said, licking her finger, before letting it run from her lips, down her chin and neck, and along her covered breasts. “Who will be my lucky stud for today.”
She didn’t take long, never given more than a moment’s choice before. But today would be special. It would be her favorite stud. The stove; big, strong, and hot. She loved playing with the stove, and “he” loved her passionate touch. Walking over, she stopped only inches from the stoves cold metals. Making sure the “others” were going to watch her savor her favorite. She could hear their roars of desire for her slutty body, as well as the feelings of being denied, and of course, the hope they would be chosen next. To “them”, Saffron was the biggest cock tease there was.
“Now then stud.” Saffron spoke in a sultry tone towards the stove, rubbing her hands along the cool metal surface. “Oh, you’re so cold. Not even getting warm for me. You know I love your warmth. So sexy.” The stove said nothing, it’s a stove. But to the mare, it was a “man” giving her the cold shoulder, teasing her to beg him. “Maybe I need to turn you on more.”
Reaching for a dial, Saffron turned the dial. There was a small sound of air flowing, then a clicking sound, and finally, the stove lit with a small flame beneath it. She licked her lips, feeling her nipples harden and her body become sensitive at the sight. Faint warmth moved up from the heating metal. Saffron felt the warmth move up her chest, as if the hot air was groping her chest. Though in actuality, she was fondling herself; not that she cared. To her, the stove was finally giving her some attention.
“Such a naughty boy.” Saffron moaned, pinching her nipples through her apron. “You’re making her so wet.” Using some of her fuchsia colored magic, she levitated some water from the sink into the air, pulling it towards her. “I love it when you get me wet...fuck...I love it...” With one hand, she reached down her apron, rubbing against her pussy through the fabric. Teasing herself, keeping herself close to orgasm but denying herself the release. And while she teased herself, she used her other hand to grab at the floating water, getting her fingers wet. “And I love making you wet too sexy.”
Taking her water soaked fingers, she splattered and flicked the water at the red hot metal. Wisps of steam came from the contact. Each noise was like a faint whisper into her ears. She was getting ready to cum from the feeling. Biting at her bottom lip a little, she rubbed herself faster and faster. The more water sent to the metal, the more steam came up. And the more steam that came, the more Saffron rubbed her dripping pussy through her apron. And the more she did that, the closer and closer she came to cumming. She was nearly out of water, and her mind was becoming hazy and blank. She getting close, so close. All she could hear were the sounds of the other “men” watching and jerking to the sight of her making a attention seeking, fuck desperate whore out of herself. She was almost at the brink.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Saffron moaned, letting out a sultry squeal of pleasure as she felt herself reaching her orgasm. “I can’t hold it in! I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Make me cum!”
“Saffron?” Called the voice of her father Coriander, who had heard his daughter making strange noises so early in the morning. “What are doing so earl-” His words were cut off when he entered the kitchen. His daughter was on her knees, a pool of her mare juices soaked the floor, and she was only wearing a scantily clad apron as her clothing. But while he was confused, Saffron was horrified. Her secret was found out. Not wanting to acknowledge this, he let out a calming sigh. “I see, I must be dreaming.” He then looked to Saffron, trying to sound reassuring. “We will never speak of this dream again.”
