I apologize to everyone who waited for the next installment. Sorry it took me so long to write it. But I can not promise faster workflow, life of a writer is not a piece of cake
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The question seemed so absurd to me at that moment that I completely lost my mind.
“Excuse me?!” I answered with my mouth wide open.
I must have looked so surprised that Emily laughed out loud.
“Yes, yes, Mr. Anderson, even the Goddess doesn't feed on the light or the sperm of her admirers. Life is not a fairy tale. A Goddess has to eat. And has to eat a lot. So much that you can't even imagine it. And since it is the worshiper's job to satisfy all the needs of the Goddess, you must feed me now. And don't underestimate this task, however trivial it may seem. A hungry Lady is a bad Lady. And you don't want to make me angry, do you?”
Again, a look of horror must have set on my face, and words of denial started to force their way to my lips, but Emily silenced me momentarily by placing her finger on my lips. I went out like a blown-out candle. And the girl turned on her heel and walked into the kitchen with a sexy sway of her hips. I followed right behind her.
“What smells so delicious Mr. Anderson?”
“I made Chinese-style chicken for the boys and myself today”. I replied uncertainly.
“Don't be so shy, the boys have warned me that you're a great cook. However, there's one thing we need to change about that statement. You didn't make this chicken for you, you made it for me.”
“But this is our dinner tonight!”. I raised my voice slightly.
Emily shook her head slowly.
“No, Mr. Anderson. This is my dinner.”
“But how, all of it?! After all, it's for three people!”
Emily shook her head with a smile.
“Oh, you've got a lot to learn. It looks like I have to give you a math lesson. How much do you weigh?”
“70 kg”. I replied, inflating the figure because I was very ashamed of my thinness.
Emily smiled smugly, walked up to me, put her hands under my armpits and lifted me up like a feather. My swollen member went straight between her huge breasts. The teenager tensed her chest muscles so that her firm tits wrapped around my member like a vice. And then her arms began a rhythmic up and down movement.
I moaned in pleasure. I rested my hands on her marble-hard biceps and felt them working incessantly like engine pistons, moving my body with ease. Emily didn't seem to notice at all that she was lifting my weight. The awareness of this was just as arousing as the huge breasts pressing against my penis. I moaned louder and louder, and with every movement I got closer to an orgasm coming at tsunami speed. Meanwhile, Emily seemed to be acting like a nurse conducting an examination and approaching the matter on a purely professional basis.
“Hmm, I think you weigh 62 kg at most”.
I felt that in a few moments I'd ejaculate with the force of Niagara Falls. My moans had turned into bizarre tremors, a visible sign that I was losing control
“Well, maybe 63 kg, but not a kilo more”. Emily didn't lose total control even for a fraction of a second. When there were still two, maybe three movements left before ejaculation, the teenager suddenly squeezed my chest, which shook slightly under the pressure of her powerfully muscled arms. Convulsively, I swung my legs up into the air and squealed, startled by the pain that unexpectedly burrowed into my body.
“Never, but never try to trick me. You're lucky, you're really really lucky that I'm in a gentle mood today. Maybe it's the smell of this food that makes me feel this way about you, so I'll not squash you like a bug, but never try to lie to me again, do you understand?”
“I'm sorry, I won't do it again!”. I cried out terrified.
And Emily leaned close to my ear and whispered:
“That's the kind of good boys I like best. Now put on your apron and get to the pots, but now!”
She put me down and pushed me towards the kitchen apron hanging on the wall. I didn't dare to resist, but quickly put it over my naked body. I must have looked idiotic because the ever-present erection was pushing the apron fabric out like a tent pole. Emily just licked her lips with relish. I wasn't sure if it was the thought of the food or the thought of my member. Or maybe one didn't exclude the other.
I went to the stove and began to heat the dish, stirring constantly. And Emily stood right behind me, grabbed my bottom with a commanding gesture and squeezed it lightly.
“Mmmm, I can hardly wait". She breathed directly into my ear. “But let us get back to the math. Since you are about 45 years old, weigh 62 kg and hardly move at all on a daily basis, you need about 1800 kcal a day, no more. The boys are much slimmer, as they weigh about 55 kg each, but they are younger and more active, so to simplify the calculations we will give them 1800 kcal each. So together you need 5400 kcal per day.”
“I, on the other hand, am 18 years old, 176 cm tall and currently weigh 118 kg. I train very intensively like a professional athlete and also have to maintain a calorie surplus in order to build muscle mass. This means that I need more than 5500 kcal every day. That's more than the three of you put together.”
With every word she spoke, my excitement grew. Now I had no more doubts, everything was clear. The numbers were absolutely incredible, but right behind me I could almost palpably feel the powerful body that was the visible proof. The teenager's thick, hard nipples bore into my back like two glowing rods. I stirred the chicken as she slowly ran her hands over my slender body and continued her monologue.
“My trainer says I am special and can build even more muscle mass, but I have to train hard and eat a lot. You do not have to worry about my enthusiasm for training, but you do have to worry about the food. If you feed me properly, my muscles will grow. Can you imagine me getting even bigger? Even stronger? I am already much stronger than all three of you combined, but maybe one day we will get on the scales and I will also weigh more than three men too. Fact, skinny ones, but always. Can you imagine that, does the thought excite you?”
Emily played with me. With every word she spoke, the wet spot on my apron grew, and I - though I couldn't hear it - moaned softly with arousal again. The teenager could probably have made me ejaculate right there with her words alone, but the chicken was ready. And the food was clearly more important to her than my pleasure. So she lightly flicked my ear to snap me out of this trance.
“If you burn my food, you'll regret it.”
That sobered me up in a split second. I took the pan off the hob, set the table and served the food. Emily watched my busyness with amusement. And when she put the first bite in her mouth, she sighed with delight.
“Mr Anderson, you're a genius.” She summed up briefly, and then just chuckled at the food. I've never seen anyone eat with such an appetite. I've never seen anyone eat such an amount of food. I've never seen anyone like Emily.
In silence and concentration, the teenager ate everything I had prepared for the three of us, then she stretched and concluded.
“Well, this time I will forgive you for the portion being too small, because I have not eaten anything this good in a long time. But this will be the last time. My trainer will give you precise instructions on what my meals should look like. How many calories they should have, protein and so on. And then you will take care of preparing them for me. Every day.
“But I have my own life, a job, I can not cook for you every day!” I exclaimed in astonishment.
Emily was a bit lazy after the mean and reacted slowly. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if asking if I was sure of the words, if I was sure that was what I wanted to say. And I immediately realized the implications of my mistake. And I corrected myself in an instant:
“Yes, Emily. It will be the way you want it to be.”
“Well, Mr. Anderson, the right answer! A happy moment after a meal like this is really not a good time to teach you another lesson. Especially since I figured it was finally time for a little reward for you. This chicken is a true miracle!”
I bowed my head and blushed slightly because I was not used to such praise.
“Bring me a box of shoes from my gym bag.”
I turned on my heel and threw myself into her bag, feeling the conviction growing stronger and stronger in me that I wanted to obey her, that I wanted to be a good boy, that I wanted to hear praise from her lips, that there was nothing more important for me in life than to please this divine being.
I took out the box and knelt down in front of Emily, who had meanwhile settled herself on the sofa.
“Open it.” She ordered.
I opened the box and saw a pair of high black stilettos inside. Not those disgusting platform shoes with thick soles that are so fashionable now, but a pair of absolutely classic, incredibly elegant stilettos. The kind that a bank president would wear to a board meeting to look down on the board and intimidate its members with her dignity.
“Put them on my feet.” Emily said and straightened her leg, draping her toes gracefully like a gymnast.
I placed one hand on her flexed calf and the other on the foot of the shoe. The calf was huge and my hand barely covered it. I shuddered as I compared it in my mind to my own slender leg. I moved my other hand to the calf and tried to cup it with my palms. Emily smiled when she saw how much my fingers were missing from making contact with each other.
“There's no chance, little boy, that you put your childish hands around Mommy's calf.” She laughed and then she changed legs and I applied the second stiletto on her elegant foot. The teenage girl stood up and began to stroll around the living room like a catwalk model. She walked with a feline agility, an animal grace, swaying her hips on which she propped her hands.
And I continued to kneel, soaking up the sight with my eyes and feeling my hands inevitably travel to my penis. I tried to hold back, but I knew in advance that if Emily just wanted it and kept going, I would start to masturbate and the only force in the universe that could stop me was her.
Emily stopped a few steps away from me and whispered:
“Crawl up to me, bug.”
I obeyed and without a second of hesitation began to move towards her on my knees. I stopped in front of the Goddess. Her gigantic thighs were right in front of my eyes. They obscured the world for me. I desperately wanted to cling to them with my mouth, but I knew I had to wait for the command. I sensed that the time when I could decide anything myself was a thing of the past.
My desires no longer mattered, all that mattered was her will. The only thing left for me was to please her in every possible way and count on her mercy. So I knelt trembling at her feet and waited for a command. Emily stretched out the silence and masterfully built up the tension. The atmosphere of excitement thickened with every second, you could literally cut through it with a knife.
And exactly at that very moment, the most inappropriate moment possible, the loud ringing of the telephone sounded. Emily sighed with impatience. She waited a moment, but the phone persistently rang, and I could see the impatience giving way to anger with every passing second. Queens are not famous with their patience in general and Emily was clearly not the most patient Queen in the world.
“This is some kind of bad joke. This is the second time today that someone has disturbed me. And this time it's not going to end well for that someone. Give me your cell phone.” Emily said in a commanding voice. It did not even occur to me to protest.
I walked over to the table, picked up the phone and frowned. It was my boss. Bloody hell! We were finalizing the project, and I had an online meeting today to work out the final details, and I had forgotten about it to death! No wonder my boss was looking for me, he must have been furious. Emily immediately recognized from the look on my face that the matter was serious and asked about it.
“Who is this?”
“My boss." I replied, and then I almost fainted when I saw Emily's wicked smile on her lips.
“Mr. Anderson, the phone.” The teenager reminded me.
“Please, Emily, I'll just reject the call, okay?” I began to beg.
Emily raised an eyebrow, and my sense of self-preservation kicked in, and I realized that a storm was brewing, and if I didn't want to be pulverized by it, I had to take cover. There is simply no other way. You can't beat the elements. So I sighed in resignation and handed the phone to my Ruler.
She put her hand on my cheek, caressed me tenderly in praise, then she put her hand on my slender shoulder and in one decisive move brought me kneel at her feet. And then she answered the call.
